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