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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDowntown Charlie
(This is impossible)Well, Downtown CharlieWas a place on my daddie's and aWell my pistol was a tripperAnd I didn't feel so badWell be comin' round with rosesPut my hands on my feetAnd my turnin' to the luck pictureI put my neatWell, the gang's all hereAnd I'm feelin' fineAh, you gotta lose your mindHe was a countdownOh, that was a downtownSaid, swing low slickerFuture goin' loverAll is goin' goodI forgot my rubberA pi-sa (never mind), my sexyAll I wanna do is get on my feetNa, na...oh, the boy's coming home(Around this time, Steven screamssomething I won't even try to make out)Downtown CharlieSaid, Downtown Charlie(Repeat)(And never mind the screamin' parts...impossible)Just call him if you're good
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