Van Pelt His Saxophone Is My Guitar
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. But my heart is
busted now I'll die faster. Her music's been done, her
songs have been sung. Call an ambulance my life's a
disaster.
All my heros were shot just as thoughts got sold, my
complaints ring loud in my ears alone. I was born the day
after soul and forty years late for the sound of my
amplifier. But my hands can't hear and my hearts right
here and I've got freedom and I've got years. I hear ya,
I hear ya, your saxophone is my guitar.
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. I should call it all
quits and lie down beside her. My musics been done, my
songs are all sung. I'm a second too late, I should have
been faster.
