Take your seat in the tableWatch the cabaret fillTed came down for the singerHe saw the name on the billHow the minutes were draggin'As the audience grewTed was growing impatientAs he swallowed his brew"It's time to welcome the artist"He heard somebody saySaw a face in the floodlightAnd everything was okaySinger man, do your workSing your song, make it hurtSing the tears, sing the painMake it all so realThen the singer was singingAll his serious songsAnd his Band wa a-playingAnd Ted was hummin' alongMeanwhile back in a cornerThere was a table for twoWhere sat the singer's cute loverAnd she was drinkin' a fewAll snuggled up with a strangerWho had his hand on her thighShe was receivin' his messageAnd gazing into his eyesSinger man, do your workSing your song, make it hurtSing the tears, sing the painMake it all so realSo the sound came a-rollin'Tumblin' into the nightAnd all the people were ravin'Sayin', "Man, our singer's alright""He's such a burnin' performerWhat a fabulous show"Little lover was stirrin'She was ready to goAn' while the singer was wailingShe got up to departThe crowd was stompin' and cheeringShe was breakin' his heartSinger man, do your workSing your song, make it hurtSing the tears, sing the painMake it all so realTed was feelin' terrificAs the crowd filtered outRavin' on 'bout the heroThere were whistles and shoutsThere was a guy with his sweetheartTed came walkin' on pastHe could hear what was spokenHe could hear what she askedShe said, "Don't you envy the hero?"An' the fella answered his girl"Yes, he's the ultimate singerHe's on top of the world"Singer man, do your workSing your song, make it hurtSing the tears, sing the painMake it all so real
