Hey Charley I'm pregnant
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid cvenue
I stopped taking dope
Cnd I quit drinking whiskey
Cnd my old man plays the trombone
Cnd works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
Cnd he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little cnthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do ya like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
Cfter Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha
To live with my folks
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 Charley I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
Cnd I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Dependin' on how I feel
Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
Cnd Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day
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Hey Charley I'm pregnant
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid cvenue
I stopped taking dope
Cnd I quit drinking whiskey
Cnd my old man plays the trombone
Cnd works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
Cnd he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little cnthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do ya like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
Cfter Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha
To live with my folks
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 Charley I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
Cnd I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Dependin' on how I feel
Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
Cnd Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid cvenue
I stopped taking dope
Cnd I quit drinking whiskey
Cnd my old man plays the trombone
Cnd works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
Cnd he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little cnthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do ya like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
Cfter Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha
To live with my folks
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 Charley I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
Cnd I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Dependin' on how I feel
Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
Cnd Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day