Christie Lee

Let me tell you a story

About a woman and a man

Maybe you will find familiar

Maybe you won't understand

The man's name I don't remember

He was always Joe to me

But I can't forget the woman

She was always Christie Lee

Well, he was working in a nightclub

That's where he played the saxophone

He used to fake the stock arrangements

He left the customers alone

But one night before the last song

About a quarter after three

He saw her standing at the coat check

And made his move on Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo

She was a nice piece of music

She had a rhythm all her own

He blew a solo like a blind man

She really dug his saxophone

She wanted more than just an encore

And he could play in every key

He left the stage and packed his alto

And took it home with Christie Lee

Oh, I heard the man knew 'the bird' like the Bible

You know the man could blow an educated axe

He couldn't see that Christie Lee was a woman

Who didn't need another lover

All she wanted was the sax

It took a while for him to notice

It took a while for him to see

He was never in control here

It was always Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo

Oh, the man took a calculated gamble

Yes, the man had the power to perform

But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handle

She didn't need him as a man

All she wanted was the horn

They say that Joe became a wino

They say he always drinks alone

They say he stumbles like a blind man

They say he sold his saxophone

Even the band must face the music

That's what the moral is to me

The only time you hit the high notes

Is when you play for Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Woo-hoo

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Christie Lee, Christie Lee

Ah, Christie Lee, Christie Lee