Artista:
Michael Franks
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By dayHes a grease monkey its 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 hes home at lastNo more goodwrench sceneAnd he scrubs his handsTill theyre surgeon cleanTakes a long hot showerSome cologne and thenThe change is completeHes himself againAt night hes Doctor SaxHes 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(Hell 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
