(This is impossible). 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 sexy. 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.