Well, he was the Sax Man from the state of Tennessee First set in with the band at the ripe old age of three, weeks old And when he blew into that horn
[Big Boi] It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide like the thighs
I been fakin' my past, but now I know My connection is comin' through I put my ass on the line when you walk by Hey, so what's new Don't look now, she
It was late last night When my baby got home It was late last night When my baby got home She was playing free jazz On a shiny new saxophone
Battle weary Saxons fight the fight to grip the north Studded armoured warriors defy this mighty force On the hill the men all raise their swords up to
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
(feat. Jack Black) [The Lonely Island] Wellllll he was the Sax Man from the state of Tennessee First set in with the band at the ripe old age of three
Ta derniere note vibre encore Et le matin jaunit Change encore de decor Ton sax desosse Au rancart de la mort Pousse un dernier soleil Vers le sang du
Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path Every
Break out, jump Night line to Chicago Break out, go Night shift in Tobago (?) Break out, shout Shakedown from Chicago Break out, jump One, two, three
Once upon a time A family stood up They ran quickly to the throne That day Hellgium was born! They had to deal with extremists But they fought for our
Перевод: Заправила. Папа Жир Sax.
Перевод: Возбуждать. Из саксов Fire.
Перевод: Возбудители. Из саксов Fire.
Перевод: Майкл франки. Доктор Сакс.
Перевод: Gary. Доктор Сакс Дом с привидениями.
