Christine Lavin (b. January 2, 1952) is a New York City-based singer, songw… Read Full Bio ↴Christine Lavin (b. January 2, 1952) is a New York City-based singer, songwriter, and promoter of contemporary folk music. She has recorded numerous solo albums, and has also recorded with other female folk artists under the name Four Bitchin' Babes. She has also put together several compilation albums of contemporary folk artists, including On a Winter's Night.
She is known for her sense of humor, which is expressed in both her music and her onstage performances. Many of her songs alternate between emotional reflections on romance and outright comedy. Two of her more famous songs include "Sensitive New Age Guys" and "Bald Headed Men".
She is known for her sense of humor, which is expressed in both her music and her onstage performances. Many of her songs alternate between emotional reflections on romance and outright comedy. Two of her more famous songs include "Sensitive New Age Guys" and "Bald Headed Men".
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Shining My Flashlight On The Moon
Christine Lavin Lyrics
As Bad As It Gets This is the darkest hour of your longest night you've nev…
Happy Divorce Day We are gathered here together for this woman and this…
I Want To Be Lonely Again I used to be so lonely endless nights, empty days…
If I Ruled The World if I ruled the world i would think up inventions I'd throw…
Music To Operate By A recent medical study proved that during operations music…
Planet X In Arizona at the turn of this century astromathematician P…
Shining My Flashlight On The Moon There's just a trace of gold in the leaves there's just…
Snackin' I am down here swimmin' around with my friends I'm pumpin'…
The Polka-Dancing Bus Driver And The 40-Year-Old Mystery He drives the airport express bus in minneapolis plays p…
The Scent Of Your Cologne The shiny doors slid open nobody was there but the scent o…
Two Americans In Paris Dashing up the stairs following the signs I don't speak…