Letoile (feat. Max the Sax) - Parov Stelar

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 all the people gathered 'round Club manager jumped right up and said, "Boy, I gotta have that sound!" Scream "Hallelujah Lord!", I said the Sax Man's got my soul Everybody gotta move their feet when the Sax Man started to blow Now blow it Sax Man! Nnnn, 'kay, he's a little shy, but his genius cannot hide 'Cause when the Sax Man starts to win, he gonna take you on a ride Take it, Sax Man! Ow! Take it, Sax Man! He'll be right with you folks! All right, Sax Man, that's my fault, I put you on the spot But now you're all warmed up and this-a next one's gonna be hot Kick it Sax Man! (Come on!) (What the fuck are you doing?!) Haha, okay! Why don't we have a little inspiration now You know this game, Sax Man! Repeat after me, here we go, and Shibidi bop bop, buda bop bop Bip bip bipbip, bip bip bipbip bip Aridididi bop bududidadi Fuckin' play something, Sax Man Okay, move it on! Sax Man Sax Man!