The saxophone across the hall
Screams for harmony
Another voice
A counterpoint
Some company

Sing those blues, lonely saxophone
I'll try to give you what you need
Sing those blues, lonely saxophone
I'll try to give you what you need

The derelict flags down the cars
On the Bowery
With the dirty rag
And his paper bag
For company

Sing those blues, brother down and out
I'll try to give you what you need
Sing those blues, brother down and out
I'll try to give you what you need

If you tell yourself you're satisfied
Nothing better will be found
But when it grows so dark
That you howl for thе moon
Well, at least it gets your еyes up off the ground
Love, I don't need my windshield cleaned
You can have it all for free
Another voice
A counterpoint
Some company

But
Sing those blues, will you, anyway
'Cause I can't give you what you need
Sing those blues with me
Take my hand
And we'll go look
For what
We need