Doctor Sax lyrics
by Michael Franks



By dayHe's a grease monkey it's trueA slaveFix your transmission like newChange oilRotate your tires of courseHe toilsUnder the Flying Red HorseAnd at six he rollsDown his sleevesTurns his collar upWhen the boss man leavesClose up the shopPuts away his toolsGives the last car keysTo the gas pump foolsThen he's home at lastNo more goodwrench sceneAnd he scrubs his handsTill they're surgeon cleanTakes a long hot showerSome cologne and thenThe change is completeHe's himself againAt night he's Doctor SaxHe's Mister Tenor VirtuosoHe plays to rhythm tracks on tapeNo one like Doctor SaxNot even Trane or Bird could blow soThe girls have heart attacks, they say(He'll put it all on wax one day)Some dayHe will live just in his mindSome wayLeave all his misery behindHis hornHe will blow breaking the curseRebornUnder the Flying Red Horse