Hey charlie Im 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 hell 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 & 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 Im gonna stay.

Hey charlie I think Im happy
For the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
Id buy me a used car lot
And I wouldnt sell any of em
Id just drive a different car
Every day, dependin on how
I feel

Hey charlie for christsakes
Do you want to know the
Truth of it?
I dont have a husband
He dont play the trombone
And I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And charlie, hey
Ill be eligible for parole
Come valentines day