(Spoken) Spencer, my friend, I need a favor, and I need your help this week. The Founders celebration is coming Saturday. My backup singer disappeared, I don't know what I'll do. The band is missing something, and that something's gotta be you. The charts are on the music stands, the players know their part. But without a voice beside me, the song won't ever start. The trumpet's got its melody, The drummer's got his beat. The bass is keeping time for us, The dancers move their feet. The mayor's giving speeches, The banners will be bright. And every note has got to land On Founders Day that night. I've looked at every option, I've searched both high and low. And somehow you're the only one Who can make this thing a show. (Spoken) Before you say anything... No. Don't. I've already heard it. "Jimmy, I can't." "Jimmy, I'm not a singer." "Jimmy, find somebody else." Nope. Too late. You're already hired. You don't need a fancy voice, You don't need to steal the stage. Just stand beside the band awhile, And turn another page. You know every song we play, You've heard them all before. And I happen to remember You were good enough for more. So put away the excuses, friend, Put away the doubt. The trouble with your hiding place: Everyone's found you out. I know you've had a reason To keep yourself away. I know you've spent some lonely nights Thinking of yesterday. But sometimes life comes knocking, And sometimes you say yes. Sometimes the thing you're running from Is the thing you need the best. The band needs you, Spencer, The music needs a voice. The whole town is counting on you, And you don't have a choice. The stage is going up now, The tickets already sold. You can sit here thinking about it, Or leave your best pal in the cold. The band needs you, Spencer, So grab your dancin' shoes. We've got some work ahead of us, And we're depending on you. You know I wouldn't ask you If it wasn't really true. I wouldn't come knocking here If I didn't believe in you. You've always been the quiet one, Who keeps his eyes down low. But every band needs someone To step up when it's time to go. Maybe you don't feel ready, Maybe you never will. But every song worth singing Starts with standing still. And when that first note rises, And everyone looks your way, You'll remember why we gather On a Founders Day. The band needs you, Spencer, The music needs a voice. The whole town is counting on you, And you don't have a choice. The horns are gonna answer, The drums are gonna play. And you'll be right there beside me When the music fills the day. The band needs you, Spencer, So come on, don't delay. Because a song only happens When somebody comes to play. (Spoken) Now put on your coat... And Spencer? Don't make me come back.
