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 the 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 x 2      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 x 2      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 wimo   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 x 2