Corrección Letra Mister, Make Me a Song (Infinite Joy) par William Finn

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Letra

All I'm asking for is a tune
Something itchy to tap my toes to
Something that, in late afternoon
Makes high-strung boys collapse
Mister, perhaps you need some refreshments
What about some oolong?

Ooh, make me a song
Make me a song, boy
Drag out the ukulele
This Israeli is gonna fill the air!
Write me a thing that’s here for all time
Like tennis or Mahjong
And Mister, make me a song

All I'm asking for is a mood
Something hot but not literary
Maybe something ruckus and crude
That activates my toes
Nobody knows the wounds I keep hidden
I've hid them for too long

So make me a song
Make me a song, boy
Drag out the deepest feeling
I’m revealing
Everything raw inside

Make the harmonic
Simple and pure
Let's keep the rhythms strong
And Mister, make me a song

Don't make it lifeless
I don't want lifeless
I want a song that I can swing!
1-2-3-4-5
Something with glory
That tells a story-
A song with hope, and joy, and spring

Make the moment melt in my throat
All I'm asking for is perfection
Make each measure and every note
So wicked I could die
I'll tell you why I love to make music:
I feel like I'm blonde

So make me a song
Make me a song, boy
Try not to fancy up it
I'm your puppet
Sit down, and have a ball

I am enthralled to getting it right
So I won’t get it wrong
And Mister, make me a song!
Mister

(spoken)
Come on, come on, come on!

(sung)
Make me a song
Make me a song
Come on make me a song

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