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Let me tell you a story |
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About a woman and a man |
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Maybe you will find familiar |
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Maybe you won't understand |
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The man's name I don't remember |
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He was always Joe to me |
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But I can't forget the woman |
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She was always Christie Lee |
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He was working in a night club |
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That's where he played the saxophone |
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He used to fake to stock arrangements |
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He left the customers alone |
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But one night before the last song |
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About a quarter after three |
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He saw her standing at the coat check |
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And made his move on Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
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She was a nice piece of music |
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She had a rhythm all her own |
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He blew a solo like a blind man |
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She really dug his saxophone |
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She wanted more than just an encore |
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And he could play in every key |
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He left the stage and packed his alto |
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And he took it home with Christie Lee |
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Oh I heard the man knew "the Bird" like the bible |
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You know the man could blow an educated axe |
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He couldn't see that Christie Lee was a woman |
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Who didn't need another lover |
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All she wanted was the sax |
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It took a while for him to notice |
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It took a while for him to see |
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He was never in control here |
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It was always Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
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Oh the man took a calculated gamble |
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Yes the man had the power to perform |
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But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handle |
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She didn't need him as a man |
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All she wanted was the horn |
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They say that Joe became a wino |
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They say he always drinks alone |
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They say he stumbles like a blind man |
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They say he sold his saxophone |
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Even the band must face the music |
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That's what the moral is to me |
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The only time you hit the high note |
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Is when you play for Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
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Christie Lee, Christie Lee |
