He's Dr. Sax, looks great in black
Slips into the woods behind his mossy old wooden shack
He's Dr. Sax, he's got the knack
Stole his horn right out from behind the spider victim's back
Now he's running through the night and the stars don't dare to laugh
The bushes and the ditches and the underpass all steps on his crooked path
Following the moon as it shines an epitaph
For no one else will ever know as much as that
About Dr. Sax
He's Dr. Sax and he's on the rack
Dogs barking up his leg, looks like a cul-de-sac
But he's Dr. Sax, goes snicker snack
Hoary hand on what he wants, he ain't gonna give it back!
Now he's running through the night and the stars don't dare to laugh
The bushes and the ditches and the underpass all steps on his crooked path
Following the moon as it shines an epitaph
For no one else will ever know as much as that
About Dr. Sax