Hey Charlie I'm pregnant
and living on the 9th Street
right above a dirty bookstore
off Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin dope
And I quit drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track
And he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
And he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
every Saturday night.
And hey Charlie I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record
of Little Anthony
