CHRISTINE, SUNG BY TOM PAXTON

CHRISTINE

by

Matt McGinn

Queen Vicky used to sit upon her magic stone

Making up governments all of her own

But they took that privilege away from the queen

And they gave it to a lassie that they call Christine

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

Christine was poor when she left the school

But she made a lot of cash, she was nobody’s fool

She didn’t make it working on the factory floor

She went to London and became a….model

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

In London Christine did go well

With a house and a Rolls Royce all to herself

But the silly wee thing, she fell in love

With Gordon Edgecombe Ivanov

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

For she had another lad called John

He was always there when the rest had gone

Surely the luckiest man alive

Until he fell into the arms of the MI5

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

MI5 were awful taken back

They were nearly even gonna tell their Uncle Mac

For he was a Tory and a ryebuck Red

Fighting out the Cold War in Christine’s bed

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

Lucky Gordon’s back in the jail again

And Mac’s getting thrown out of number 10

The ministers are all in a terrible rage

And Christine’s thinking of going on the stage!

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah

With your tooray-ah, fal-da-diddle-da, tooray-ooray-ooray-ah