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