Lyrics:

hey charlie i'm pregnantand living on the 9th streetright above a dirty bookstoreoff euclid avenueand i stopped takin dopeand i quit drinkin whiskeyand my old man plays the tromboneand works out at the trackand he says that he loves meeven though its not his babyand he says that he'll raise him uplike he would his own sonand he gave me a ringthat was worn by his motherand he takes me out dancinevery saturday night.and hey charlie i think about youeverytime i pass a fillin stationom account of all the greaseyou used to wear in your hairand i still have that recordof little anthony & the imperialsbut someone stole my record playernow how do you like that?hey charlie i almost went crazyafter mario got bustedso i went back to omaha tolive with my folksbut everyone i used to knowwas either dead or in prisonso i came back to minneapolisthis time i think i'm gonna stay.hey charlie i think i'm happyfor the first time since my accidentand i wish i had all the moneythat we used to spend on dopei'd buy me a used car lotand i wouldn't sell any of emi'd just drive a different carevery day, dependin on howi feelhey charlie for chrissakesdo you want to know thetruth of it?i don't have a husbandhe don't play the tromboneand i need to borrow moneyto pay this lawyerand charlie, heyi'll be eligible for parolecome valentines day