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Well, Downtown Charlie Was a place on my daddy'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 Nah, nah...oh, the boy's coming home Downtown Charlie Said, Downtown Charlie Just call him if you're good Rockin' fat if the machine was a roll Aus Songtexte Mania