| Song | Sassy |
| Artist | The Manhattan Transfer |
| Album | The Offbeat Of Avenues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Dig! | |
| Y' really wanna flip your lid? | |
| Try and give a listen to the singer | |
| Hip or square, dig her wares | |
| When money's stiff | |
| She's thrivin' on a riff | |
| She turns the major | |
| Into minor cool | |
| In her town she's reknown, | |
| She's their crowl jewel of jazz | |
| She's brazen, simply amazin' | |
| (when she sings) | |
| Her phrasin's jus' like a saxophone | |
| (misty eyes) | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev'ry night (il the broad daylight) | |
| Blowin' over changes that would | |
| Give mos' gals a fright | |
| People call her sassy, | |
| That's her attitude | |
| Actin' like the devil but | |
| When she sings her blues | |
| Y' know what she's goin' through | |
| She's hurtin', i'm certain, | |
| She jus' can't say it | |
| Wings, when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she's in control | |
| Dig! | |
| Watch sassy take another swig | |
| Now she's gettin' evil | |
| With her people | |
| Cigarette, final set | |
| Don' wanna miss her | |
| Prelude to a kiss | |
| Ev'n the trumpet player's | |
| Smilin' now | |
| She's walkin' the line, scattin' in | |
| Rhyme, she's a divine jewel of jazz | |
| She's brazen, simply amazin' | |
| (when she sings) | |
| Her phrasin's jus' like a saxophone | |
| (misty eyes) | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev'ry night (il the broad daylight) | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| Can't quite quench her appetite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday she'll be famous and | |
| Leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t' do | |
| She knows it, an' shows it, | |
| The girl can't help it | |
| Swings when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she's in control | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev'ry night (il the broad daylight) | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| il she's ready to ignite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday when she's famous, | |
| She'll leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t'do | |
| (repeat bass solo) |
| Dig! | |
| Y' really wanna flip your lid? | |
| Try and give a listen to the singer | |
| Hip or square, dig her wares | |
| When money' s stiff | |
| She' s thrivin' on a riff | |
| She turns the major | |
| Into minor cool | |
| In her town she' s reknown, | |
| She' s their crowl jewel of jazz | |
| She' s brazen, simply amazin' | |
| when she sings | |
| Her phrasin' s jus' like a saxophone | |
| misty eyes | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Blowin' over changes that would | |
| Give mos' gals a fright | |
| People call her sassy, | |
| That' s her attitude | |
| Actin' like the devil but | |
| When she sings her blues | |
| Y' know what she' s goin' through | |
| She' s hurtin', i' m certain, | |
| She jus' can' t say it | |
| Wings, when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she' s in control | |
| Dig! | |
| Watch sassy take another swig | |
| Now she' s gettin' evil | |
| With her people | |
| Cigarette, final set | |
| Don' wanna miss her | |
| Prelude to a kiss | |
| Ev' n the trumpet player' s | |
| Smilin' now | |
| She' s walkin' the line, scattin' in | |
| Rhyme, she' s a divine jewel of jazz | |
| She' s brazen, simply amazin' | |
| when she sings | |
| Her phrasin' s jus' like a saxophone | |
| misty eyes | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| Can' t quite quench her appetite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday she' ll be famous and | |
| Leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t' do | |
| She knows it, an' shows it, | |
| The girl can' t help it | |
| Swings when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she' s in control | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| il she' s ready to ignite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday when she' s famous, | |
| She' ll leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t' do | |
| repeat bass solo |
| Dig! | |
| Y' really wanna flip your lid? | |
| Try and give a listen to the singer | |
| Hip or square, dig her wares | |
| When money' s stiff | |
| She' s thrivin' on a riff | |
| She turns the major | |
| Into minor cool | |
| In her town she' s reknown, | |
| She' s their crowl jewel of jazz | |
| She' s brazen, simply amazin' | |
| when she sings | |
| Her phrasin' s jus' like a saxophone | |
| misty eyes | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Blowin' over changes that would | |
| Give mos' gals a fright | |
| People call her sassy, | |
| That' s her attitude | |
| Actin' like the devil but | |
| When she sings her blues | |
| Y' know what she' s goin' through | |
| She' s hurtin', i' m certain, | |
| She jus' can' t say it | |
| Wings, when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she' s in control | |
| Dig! | |
| Watch sassy take another swig | |
| Now she' s gettin' evil | |
| With her people | |
| Cigarette, final set | |
| Don' wanna miss her | |
| Prelude to a kiss | |
| Ev' n the trumpet player' s | |
| Smilin' now | |
| She' s walkin' the line, scattin' in | |
| Rhyme, she' s a divine jewel of jazz | |
| She' s brazen, simply amazin' | |
| when she sings | |
| Her phrasin' s jus' like a saxophone | |
| misty eyes | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| Can' t quite quench her appetite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday she' ll be famous and | |
| Leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t' do | |
| She knows it, an' shows it, | |
| The girl can' t help it | |
| Swings when she sings | |
| Body, soul, she' s in control | |
| Workin' in the daytime, jammin' | |
| Ev' ry night il the broad daylight | |
| Hangin' with the fellas | |
| il she' s ready to ignite | |
| People call her sassy | |
| Coz she knows her mind | |
| Someday when she' s famous, | |
| She' ll leave the grind behind | |
| She knows what she wants t' do | |
| repeat bass solo |