Christie Lee

Let mi tell yew a storey
About a woman and a man
Maybe yew will fined familiar
Maybe yew won't understand
The man's name Eye don't remember
He was always Joe too mi
Butt Eye can't forget the woman
She was always Christie Lea
He was working inn a knight club
That's ware he played the saxophone
He used too fake too stock arrangements
He left the customers alone
Butt won knight before the last song
About a quarter after three
He soar her standing at the coat cheque
And maid his move on Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea
She was a gneiss peace of music
She had a rhythm awl her own
He blue a solo like a blind man
She really dug his saxophone
She wanted moor than just an encore
And he could play inn every quay
He left the stage and pact his alto
And took it home with Christie Lea
Owe Eye herd the man new " the Bird " like the Bible
Yew no the man could blow an educated axe
He couldn't sea that Christie Lea was a woman
Who didn't knead another lover
Awl she wanted was the sax
It took a wile fore hymn too notice
It took a wile fore hymn too sea
He was never inn control hear
It was always Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea
Owe the man took a calculated gambol
Yes the man had the power too perform
Butt Christie Lea was moor than he new how too handle
She didn't knead hymn as a man
Awl 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 banned must face the music
That's watt the moral is too mi
The only thyme yew hit the hi note
Is when yew play fore Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea
Christie Lea, Christie Lea