Hey Charlie I'm pregnant and living on 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

He says that he loves me even though it's not his baby
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

Charlie I think about you when I pass the fillin' station
On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials
But someone stole my record player, how do you like that?

Charlie I almost went crazy when Mario got busted
Went back to Omaha to live with my folks
And everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
Came back to Minneapolis, this time I think I'm gonna stay

Charlie I think I'm happy, first time since my accident
I wish I had all that money we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell anything
Drive me a different car every day dependin' on how I feel

Hey Charlie for chrissakes if you want to know the truth of it
I don't have me a husband and he don't play the trombone
Gotta borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey
I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's Day