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 to 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



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 he 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