Downtown Charlie

Well, DowntownCharlie
Was a place on my daddy’s and a Well my pistol was a tripper
And I didn’t feel so bad
Well be comin’round with roses
Put my hands on my feet
And my turnin’to the luck picture
I put my neat
Well, the gang’s all here
And I’m feelin’fine
Ah, you gotta lose your mind
He was a countdown
Oh, that was a downtown
Said, swing low slicker
Future goin’lover
All is goin’good
I forgot my rubber
A pi-sa (never mind), my sexy
All I wanna do is get on my feet
Nah, nah… oh, the boy’s coming home
Downtown Charlie
Said, Downtown Charlie
Just call him if you’re good
Rockin’fat if the machine was a roll