(This is impossible)
Well, Downtown Charlie Was a place on my daddie's and a Well my pistol was a tripper And I didn't feel so bad Well be comin' round with roses Put my hands on my feet And my turnin' to the luck picture I put my neat Well, the gang's all here And I'm feelin' fine Ah, you gotta lose your mind He was a countdown Oh, that was a downtown
Said, swing low slicker Future goin' lover All is goin' good I forgot my rubber A pi-sa (never mind), my sexy All I wanna do is get on my feet
Na, na...oh, the boy's coming home
(Around this time, Steven screams something I won't even try to make out) Downtown Charlie Said, Downtown Charlie (Repeat) (And never mind the screamin' parts...impossible)
Just call him if you're good
