Michael Franks - Doctor Sax lyrics
[Michael Franks - Doctor Sax lyrics]
A slave fix your transmission like new
Change oil rotate your tires of course
He toils under the Flying Red Horse
And at six he rolls down his sleeves
Turns his collar up when the boss man leaves
Close up the shop puts away his tools
Gives the last car keys
To the gas pump fools
Then he's home at last
No more goodwrench scene
And he scrubs his hands
Till they're surgeon clean
Takes a long hot shower
Some cologne and then the change is complete
He's himself again
At night he's Doctor Sax
He's Mister Tenor Virtuoso
He plays to rhythm tracks on tape
No one like Doctor Sax
Not even Trane or Bird could blow so
The girls have heart attacks, they say
(He'll put it all on wax one day) some day
He will live just in his mind some way
Leave all his misery behind his horn
He will blow breaking the curse reborn
Under the Flying Red Horse