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
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, na...oh, 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' parts...impossible)
