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Let me tell you a story about a woman and a ma-a-n

  Maybe you will find familiar, maybe you won't understand

  The man's name I don't remember, he was always Joe to me-e-e

  But I can't forget the woman she was always Christie Lee

  He was working in the night club that's where he played the saxopho-o-one

  He used to fake the stock arrangements he left the customers alone

  One night before the last song, about a quarter after three-ee-ee

  He saw her standing at the coat check, and made his move on Christie Lee

  Christie Lee, Christie Lee

  Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee

  She was a nice piece of music, she had a rhythm all her o-o-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 ke-e-ey

  He left the stage and packed his alto, and took it home to 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 tool a while for him to notice, it took a while for him to see-ee-ee

  He was never in control here, it was always Christie Lee

  Christie Lee, Christie Lee

  Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee

  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 alo-oo-one

  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-ee-ee

  The only time you hit the high notes... is when you play for Christie Lee

  Christie Lee, Christie Lee

  Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee

  Christie Lee, Christie Lee

  Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee