| I play second saxophone
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| And in my dreams I’m all alone
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| Without another saxophone beside me
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| I play second saxophone
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| Don’t get a solo of my own
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| The Cafe Rouge has never heard me blow
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| And all I want to know
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| Is when those chicks who line
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| Around the stage will end up mine
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| They fall for guys who improvise on «Stardust»
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| Lord, they’ve had the Dorseys up to their necks
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| I’ve got the chops of Vito or Tex
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| I can fake Goodman’s break
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| Beat me, pops, eight to the bar
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| I’m in the mood to be a star
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| The cover page of Metronome ain’t tried me
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| Artie Shaw gave me a pass
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| And Miller’s band signed up en masse
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| To serenade the D-Day raid
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| If I play one more country club I’ll --
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| Lord, I’d even buy myself a new reed
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| If they would only let me play lead
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| I’ve quit the band, gone on my own
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| I don’t play second saxophone
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| From 8 to 6 they hear my licks on Broadway
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| This place must be the worst
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| But still at least I’m playing first
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| I don’t care where I have to play
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| I’m going to take my solo
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| And it’s going to be solid Jackson |