I know a girl called Kris
Who believes in God and Elvis
And I’m an atheist
But we get on fine
I know a girl called Kris
Who’s an astral-projectionist
And I want nothing to do with it But we get on fine
I know a girl called Kris
Who eats celery and parsnips
And I eat fish and chips
But we get on fine
I know a girl called Kris
Who thinks leprechauns exist
And I think that’s a load of shit
But we get on fine
She’s a friend of my sisters
She’s a friend of mine