Hey Charley 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



And he says that he loves me

Even though it's not his baby

And he says that he'll raise him up

Like he was 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 Charley I think about you

Everytime I pass a fillin' station

On account of all the grease

You used to wear in your hair

And I still have that record

Of Little Anthony