Sax is my cardio, midnight neon blow

Brass lungs inhale, let the subway echo

Kuzinmuzin twist the valve, valves of my soul

Boots on the beat, chrome teeth, saxophone roll

Steam rises, ribs vibrate, heart reboots in four-four

No mirror, no treadmill—just reed and rush floor

Blow till the moon perspires, till the cops let go

Sweat in gold notes—sax is my cardio, cardio, cardio

Yakety yak, the reeds go wild,

Boots slap boardwalk, hound dogs cry;

Pickin’ like a freight train jumpin’ track,

Steel on my thumb, ash on my hat.

Chicken stole a biscuit, widow’s on my tail,

Slide me down the banister, out the jail;

Laughin’ like a fiddle that done forgot the words—

Yakety sax, y’all, keep runnin’ till the sky burns!

薩克斯風(fēng)尖叫，街角拐個(gè)彎，

襪子飛進(jìn)郵筒，警察翻欄桿；

香蕉皮鋪成跑道，時(shí)間摔成碎片，

誰在追趕？誰在逃？哈哈，誰分得清昨天！

音符像彈簧，蹦上屋頂又跌落，

把慌亂串成糖葫蘆，一口咬碎苦澀；

別讓心跳踩剎車，跟著這鬧劇顛簸，

笑到最后一拍，才發(fā)現(xiàn)——

世界原來是個(gè)滑滑梯，咻！

Benny Hill Theme / Yakety Sax

——Music Legends

腳尖踩了彈簧，

警察先生追得慌；

短裙飛成旗幟，

笑聲把街道點(diǎn)亮。

薩克斯瘋癲地轉(zhuǎn)，

時(shí)間也摔了個(gè)踉蹌；

誰在偷蛋糕？

誰在假扮新娘？

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