Songwriter: Rupert Holmes

Producer: Jeffrey Lesser

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