Tall guy in the corner,
Tenor sax at hand.
I guess I should have warned her…
She wouldn’t understand.
She’s freaking out on music,
A variety of styles,
And now she’s stuck in the middle
With the moods of Marvin and Miles.
«You know you’ve got me so excited,» —
The tenor softly said, —
«I don’t know how to fight it,
Let’s have a ball instead…»
She slipped into his nightmare
For longer than a while,
And now she’s stuck in the middle
With the moods of Marvin and Miles.
She really doesn’t know it’s plain to see,
He’s not working on her family tree…
You see it’s all part of the show,
It’s only tenor men’s job to blow.
So now the blue notes flow,
And she’s free to go,
And rise to the occasion
Of an all time low.
I guess she knows how it feels to be blown away
In be bop style. Oh I know…
It’s like you’re stuck in the middle
With the moods of Marvin and Miles.