I once had a friend named Max
Who didn't know how to relax
He was under such stress
Started wearing a dress
Might've thought he was the opposite sax
Max knew this wasn't the norm
One day he had a brainstorm
The Post Office Max went
The time was well spent
There he got a 'Change Address' form
It's been years since I've heard from Max, see
There's been rumors, can't confirm them as facts, see
But from what I heard
On the street, it's the word
Max still can't relax, he works nights and drives a taxi