much trouble?

Nah…

Like Goldilocks, the singer in this song seems to think he’s got just enough trouble.

This is, of course, for those who’ve been paying attention (you know who you are and your gold star is in the mail), the second version of this song in two days.

I didn’t hate the first version (or I wouldn’t have put it up, hey?), despite a number of flaws, not the least of which were heart arhythmia-producing timing lapses. But I like this ver better. Still, you shouldn’t be surprised if, sometime in the next year or so, yet another version pops up here. (But not tomorrow, I swear.) Don’t ask me why I’ve become infatuated with this tune. It’s as mindless as a JayCees mixer, for sure. Yet, somehow, it’s re-ingratiated itself with me after a decade of neglect.

One thing comes to mind… out of hundreds of songs… this is one of the very few tunes one might actually consider a love song. (As opposed, don’t ya know, to broken heart songs, cryin’ in your beer songs, gonna end it all songs, etc…)

You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine