Lyric Downtown Charlie

(This will be impossible)

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)

Just call him if you re good
Rockin fat if the machine was a roll
(No. That s not it.)