Christina

I got a new, got a new little girl
And they call her Miss Christine
Well, the reason I love her, boys
Is I'm crazy ‘bout her new machine
Well, she got them wings like a baby
And she’s sweet like a candy doll
Well, I don’t want nobody else at all

I said Christine, Christine, Christina
Oh, can't you hear me calling your name?
I don’t call so loud, I just call nice and plain

Well, she’d make a blind man see
I do declare she’d make a lame man walk
She’d make a deaf man hear
I think she’d make a dumb man talk

All right, I said a—!

[Guitar solo]

Ow, uh-huh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ow, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

I’d rather have what she got
Than to have all the silver and gold
And the ol' riches, mmm, that can’t be told

I said Christine, Christine, Christina
Oh, hear me calling your name
I don’t call so loud, I just call nice and plain

All right, let's go!