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


He was working in a night club
That's where he played the saxophone

He used to fake stock arrangements
He left the customers alone
But one night before the last song

About a quarter to three
He saw her standing at the coat check


And made his move on Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee


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

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 note
Is when you play for Christie Lee


Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee