I have no idea where I picked this up from, but it was a log time ago.
               Christine

Queen Vickie used to sit upon her magic stane
Makin’ up governments o’ her ain
But they’ve taken this privilege awa frae the Queen
And gied it to the lassie that they ca’d Christine

      With your tooria folderiddle da
      Toori oori ooria
      With your tooria folderiddle da
      Toori oori ooria

Christine was poor when she left the school
But she made a lot of loot she was naebody’s fool
She didnae make it working on the factory floor
She went to London and became a model

In London Christine did go well
Wi’ a hoose and a Rolls Royce tae hersel’
But the silly wee thing she fell in love
Wi’ Gordon, Ward and Ivanov

And she had another lad named John
He was always there when the rest were gone
He was the luckiest man alive
Till he fell intae the airms o’ the MI 5

MI 5 were awfy taken back
They were nearly even gaun tae tell their uncle Mac
For here was a Tory and a rye buck red
Fightin’ oot the cold war in Christine’s bed

Lucky Gordon’s back in the jail again
And Mac’s getting thrown out o’ number ten
The ministers are all in a terrible rage
And Christine’s thinking of goin’ on the stage