(this is 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
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