second saxophone

i play second saxophone, and in my dreams i'm all alone, without another saxophone beside me, i play second saxophone, don't get a solo of my own, the cafe rouge has never heard me blow, and all i want to know, is when those chicks who line, around the stage will end up mine, they fall for guys who improvise on "stardust", lord, they've had the dorseys up to their necks, i've got the chops of vito or tex, i can fake goodman's break, beat me, pops, eight to the bar, i'm in the mood to be a star, the cover page of metronome ain't tried me, artie shaw gave me a pass, and miller's band signed up en masse, to serenade the d-day raid, if i play one more country club i'll --, lord, i'd even buy myself a new reed, if they would only let me play lead, i've quit the band, gone on my own, i don't play second saxophone, from 8 to 6 they hear my licks on broadway, this place must be the worst, but still at least i'm playing first, i don't care where i have to play, i'm going to take my solo, and it's going to be solid jackson