Hey Charlie, I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
Of Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
And hey, Charlie, I almost went crazy
But everyone I used to know
Was either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm gonna stay
Hey Charlie, I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
I'd buy me a used car lot
And I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Hey Charlie, for Chris' sakes
if you wanna know the truth of it
He don't play the trombone
To pay this lawyer Charlie, hey
I'll be eligible for parole