Hey charlie i'm 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 he'll 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 
Om 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 i'm gonna stay. 

Hey charlie i think i'm happy 
For the first time since my accident 
And i wish i had all the money 
That we used to spend on dope 
I'd buy me a used car lot 
And i wouldn't sell any of em 
I'd just drive a different car 
Every day, dependin on how 
I feel 

Hey charlie for chrissakes 
Do you want to know the 
 [bad word] of it? 
I don't have a husband 
He don't play the trombone 
And i need to borrow money 
To pay this lawyer 
And charlie, hey 
I'll be eligible for parole  [bad word] valentines day