Charlie, the Midnight Marauder

歌詞

(spoken) Calling car four one Calling car four one Investigate a code seven At one one six West 14th Street and report. Looks like Charlie's at it again! (sung) Oh, Charlie was raised in the city. He scoffed at the suburban life 'til Satan disguised as a salesman Bewitched and bewildered his wife. She heard of the pleasures of rural life With barbecues under the tree, And so for a mere forty thousand He purchased their dream-house with ease. He rose before dawn every morning to dreamily fall into line (*yawn*) and follow that bumper before him (*beep-beep*) To be on the job before nine. His dream-house of crumbling stucco was more like a nightmarish load. His weekends were spent in hard labor, He dug and he pruned and he mowed. One night an electrical failure (*woohoo*) Blacked out every street in the tract. Our hero drove up in confusion But couldn't locate his new shack. Each cracker-box looked like the one next door As far as the eye could see And he cursed to himself as he pondered, "Now where in the world can it be?" He searched 'til a door looked familiar Then tried out his key in the lock. The door opened wide and he entered, Poor Charlie was on the wrong block! He strode to the couch of his sleeping love He kissed her and backed off in fright (*shreik*)! The girl he had kissed was a stranger Who screamed and ran out in the night. They caught him a few minutes later Still rooted and shaking with fear. They called him the Midnight Marauder And put him away for a year. And put him away for a year and put him away for a year They called him the Midnight Marauder And put him away for a year. (spoken) When a salesman is touting suburbia He's doing it purely for self. Remember the story of Charlie, And tell him to move there himself And tell him to move there himself, and tell him to move there himself. Remember the story of Charlie, And tell him to move there himself. -jcs