Downtown Charlie (Unreleased Jam)

Well, Downtown Charlie

Was a place on my daddie's and a

Well my pistol was a tripper

And I didn't feel so bad

Well be comin' round with roses

Put my hands on my feet

And my turnin' to the luck picture

I put my neat

Well, the gang's all here

And I'm feelin' fine

Ah, you gotta lose your mind

He was a countdown

Oh, that was a downtown

Said, swing low slicker

Future goin' lover

All is goin' good

I forgot my rubber

A pi-sa (never mind), my ***y

All I wanna do is get on my feet

Na, na...oh, the boy's coming home

(Around this time, Steven screams

something I won't even try to make out)

Downtown Charlie

Said, Downtown Charlie

(Repeat)

(And never mind the screamin' parts...impossible)

Just call him if you're good

Rockin' fat if the machine was a roll