| Wellllll he was the Sax Man from the state of Tennessee
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| First set in with the band at the ripe old age of three… weeks old
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| And when he blew into that horn all the people gathered 'round
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| Club manager jumped right up and said «Boy I gotta have that sound!»
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| Scream «Hallelujah Lord!», I said the Sax Man’s got my soul
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| Everybody gotta move their feet, when the Sax Man started to blow
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| Now blow it Sax Man!
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| Mmmmmm’kay he’s a little shy, but his genius cannot hide
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| Cause when the Sax Man starts to wail he’s gonna take you on a ride
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| Take it Sax Man!
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| Ow! |
| Take it Sax Man!
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| Okay he’ll be right with you folks!
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| All right, Sax Man, that’s my fault, I put you on the spot
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| But now you’re all warmed up and this-a next one’s gonna be hot
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| Kick it Sax Man! |
| (C'mon!)
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| (What the fuck are you doing!!)
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| Haha, okay! |
| Why don’t we have a little inspiration now
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| You know this game, Sax Man!
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| Repeat after me
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| Here we go, and.
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| Shibbidy bop bop, buda bop bah
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| Dip dip di-dip, dip dip di-dip dip
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| Arrip da di-dip, bop ba-doo-doo day-day
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| Fuckin play somethin Sax Man!
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| Okay, movin on!
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| Sax Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~!
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| Sax Man! |