Sax Maniac - Patricia Vonne

He’s a sax maniac with a devils eye

Hair slicked back and head cocked high

He can rattle and play any club in town

& revel and level it to the ground

Running down the streets in a a Hitchcock haze

running for cover thru the alley ways

The junkyeard dogs are howling tonight

rippin' and rockin' round the factory lights

Oh bee bop baby gonna blow your top hey oh hey o

gonna rip it rock it rattle & hide

bee bop baby gonna blow your top better keep running

Down at the diner where the records spins

feel the third degree with a 5th of gin

the hotrod cars are revving up tonight

big rockin' daddy’s gonna start a fight

Oh bee bop baby gonna blow your top hey oh hey o

gonna rip it rock it rattle & hide

bee bop baby gonna blow your top better keep running

Gotta meet Jimmy at the 5 and dime

with a soda pop grin and a rhubarb pie

cool cat cryin' on the microphone

to the sound of a dirty saxaphone

Oh bee bop baby gonna blow your top hey oh hey o

gonna rip it rock it rattle & hide

bee bop baby gonna blow your top better keep running