Rupert Holmes — Too Scared to Sing

I get scared when I'm performing If I'm outnumbered, I need some warming up Dear folks Should I pull out some jokes? They'd better be quite funny, you paid your money outside Every lyric that I've ever written Just left my brain and now the words are sittin' Off in the wing And you're wondering, "Can't this guy sing?" You liked the band before me much more Ignore me, I'll hide 'Cause I'm too scared to sing this song all alone I'm too scared to sing too straight or too stoned I'm too scared to reach the end of this rhyme Whoa, I'm Too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to Sing I threw up before my entrance My main concern is ending this sentence Right with the harp And meanwhile, I'm two tones sharp I'd better learn to stutter my words M-m-m-mutter, my friend Some folks may symbolize, but they're fakin' They aren't that deep, they're just opaque And hiding the holes Baring their cardboard souls And I, like a fool, say nicely what I precisely intend That's why I'm too scared to sing with calm and with ease I fear I'm addressing words to the breeze I fear that you think I'm wasting your time Whoa, I'm Too scared to sing this song all alone I'm too scared to sing too straight or too stoned I'm too scared to reach the end of this rhyme Whoa, I'm Too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to Sing Too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to Sing Too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to Sing