[Music starts with a shimmering synth pad and a slow, deliberate 80s drum machine beat] [Intro] [Male Vocal: Spoken slowly, confidently, like a late-night radio DJ] Hey girl. I see you from across the bar. You look like a woman who appreciates... fine-tuned instruments. Well, get ready. 'Cause class is in session. [Verse 1] [Rapping in a slightly-too-earnest, stilted flow] My name's Barry, and I'm here to say I wanna lay down a track with you in a major way Forget all the fellas with their pickup artist lines My lovemaking's measured in 4/4 time I see you got a body with a perfect design Like the bell of a vintage Selmer Mark VI, so fine Some guys wanna rock, some guys wanna roll I just wanna take you on an extended solo [Chorus] [Vocals shift to a soaring, emotional 80s tenor. Synth chords swell.] 'Cause I'm a SAX OFFENDER! My love is legal tender! I'm a smooth, note-bender, And my heart's a long, extended... solo... for you. Yeah, I'm a SAX OFFENDER! The number one contender! So baby, just surrender... To the man who's here to render... this song... for you. [Verse 2] [Rapping resumes, getting more specific and cringey] I can see that you're getting pretty horny My alto-ego is, too, this evening, fair warning So let's get back to my place, don't you worry or fret I just need a moment to get my reed wet My fingering is legendary, it's complex and it's fast I know all the positions that are built to last Check out my embouchure, it's firm but it's supple We'll be making crazy music, yeah, a powerful couple [Chorus] [Vocals shift back to the soaring, emotional 80s tenor] 'Cause I'm a SAX OFFENDER! My love is legal tender! I'm a smooth, note-bender, And my heart's a long, extended... solo... for you. Yeah, I'm a SAX OFFENDER! The number one contender! So baby, just surrender... To the man who's here to render... this song... for you. [Bridge] [Music slows down. It gets even more sincere and emotional] Girl, my staccato tonguing will leave you breathless and weak... I can play for hours, I've got the technique... It's called circular breathing... look it up. [THE SAX SOLO] [An absolutely EPIC, face-meltingly sincere saxophone solo begins. It's drenched in reverb, full of dramatic slides, trills, and impossibly high notes. It’s a catchy repetitive hook that’s oh so sensual, solo but even longer and with less self-awareness. A wind machine should kick in somewhere. He is living his best life.] [Outro] [Sax solo slowly fades into the background, but doesn't quite stop. The beat continues.] [Male Vocal: Spoken, breathy, exhausted from his own sensuality] Yeah... That's just a little taste. Improvisation. Let me know when you're ready for the full arrangement. I'm... gonna need some water. [Final, distant sax toot before the song ends abruptly]