Lyrics:

(Instrumental Intro)

Take your seat in the table.
Watch the cabaret fill.
Ted came down for the singer.
He saw the name on the bill.
How the minutes were draggin', as the audience grew.
Ted was growing impatient, as he swallowed his brew.
'It's time to welcome the artist', he heard somebody say.
Saw a face in the floodlight and ev'rything was ok...

Singer man, do your work.
Sing your song.
Make it hurt.
Sing the tears.
Sing the pain.
Make it all so real.

Then the singer was singing all his serious songs.
And his band was a-playing;
Ted was hummin' along.
Meanwhile back in a corner
There was a table for two.
Where sat the singer's cute lover
And she was drinkin' a few,
All snuggled up with a stranger.
Who had his hand on her thigh,
She was receivin' his message,
And gazing into his eyes...

Singer man, do your work.
Sing your song.
Make it hurt.
Sing the tears.
Sing the pain.
Make it all so real.

So the sound came a-rollin',
Tumblin' into the night,
And all the people were ravin',
Saying, 'Man our singer's all right!'
And 'Such a burnin' performer!'
'What a fabulous show!'
Little lover was stirrin'.
She was ready to go.
And while the singer was wailing she got up to depart.
The crowd was stompin' and cheering.
She was breakin' his heart...

Singer man, do your work.
Sing your song, boy.
Make it hurt.
Sing the tears.
Sing the pain.
Make it all so real.

(Instrumental Bridge)

Ted was feelin' terrific,
As the crowd filtered out,
Ravin' on 'bout the hero,
There were whistles an' shouts,
There was a guy with his sweetheart.
Ted came walkin' on past.
He could hear what was spoken.
He could hear what she asked.
She said, 'Don't you envy the hero?'
And the fella answered his girl,
'Yes, he's the ultimate singer. He's on top of the world!'

Singer man, do your work.
Sing your song.
Make it hurt.
Sing the tears.
Sing the pain.
Make (make) it (it) all (all) so (so) real (real).

(Instrumental Outro)