Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant, and living on the 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
And I stopped taking dope, and I quit drinking whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone, and works out at the track.
And he says that he loves me, even though it's 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 dancing every saturday night.
And hey Charlie, I think about you everytime I pass a filling station
On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
A nd I still have that record of Little Anthony & the Imperials
But someone stole my record player, now how do you like that?
Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
So I went back to Omaha to live with my folks
But 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 Charlie I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day, depending on how I feel.
Hey Charlie for Chris' sake, do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone
And I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer
And Charlie, hey, I'll be eligible for parole, come Valentines day.