Well, Downtown Charlie
Was a place on my daddie'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 ?23o21422d49518,oo11j
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
Na, naoh, the boy's coming home
[Around this time, Steven screams
something I won't even try to make out]
Downtown Charlie
Said, Downtown Charlie
[Repeat]
[And never mind the screamin' partsimpossible]
Just call him if you're good
Rockin' fat if the machine was a roll
[No. That's not it.]
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