Hey Charley I'm pregnant
And living on 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 it's not his baby
And he says that he'll raise him up
Like he was 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 Charley 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
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