text: Hey Charlie Im 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 its not his baby
  He says that hell 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 Im gonna stay
  Charlie I think Im happy, first time since my accident
  I wish I had all that money we used to spend on dope
  Id buy me a used car lot and I wouldnt 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 dont have me a husband and he dont play the trombone
  Gotta borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey
  Ill be eligible for parole come Valentines Day