And all around

At the side of the grave

Stood Charlie's friends

Who could not save

This stupid girl

From the way she behaved

But among the mourners

And the frowners

A cry were heard. . .(aaaargh!)

ANY DOWNERS?

ANY DOWNERS?

ANY DOWNERS?

ANY DOWNERS?



No I ain't got any more

No I ain't got any more

No I ain't got any more

No I ain't got any more



Your downers are gone

They was all you could get

To ease your mind

And your deep regret

Over Charlie's mouth

So enormous 'n wet

Now all you got Is your TV set

You turn it on

And watch and dream

A dream of love

On the tiny screen

And what do you see

As you lay in bed?

It's a bald kinda girl

With a pointed head

Oh no...