Downtown Charlie
Well, Downtown Charlie
Was a place on my daddy's and
Well my pistol was a trippe
And I didn't feel so ba
Well be comin' round with rose
Put my hands on my fee
And my turnin' to the luck pictur
I put my nea
Well, the gang's all her
And I'm feelin' fin
Ah, you gotta lose your min
He was a countdow
Oh, that was a downtown
Said, swing low slicke
Future goin' love
All is goin' goo
I forgot my rubbe
A pi-sa (never mind), my sex
All I wanna do is get on my feet
Nah, nah...oh, the boy's coming home
Downtown Charli
Said, Downtown Charlie
Just call him if you're goo
Rockin' fat if the machine was a rol