Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant and living on 9th street Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid avenue I stopped taking dope, I quit drinking whiskey My old man plays the trombone and works out at the track ♪ He says that he loves me even though its not his baby He says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son He gave me a ring that was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin' every Saturday night Hey Charlie, I think about you every time I pass a fillin' station On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair I still have that record of "Little Anthony & The Imperials" But someone stole my record player, how do you like that? ♪ Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy after Mario got busted I went back to Omaha to live with my folks 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 I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot, I wouldn't sell any of 'em I'd just drive a different car every day, depending on how I feel ♪ Hey Charlie, for Christ's sake, do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer, and Charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole, come Valentine's day