doctor sax

by day, he's a grease monkey it's true, 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, 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,