Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I’m thanking you for taking away my girl
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
She was about to devastate my world
…
Her breath is that of a giant bear
With dreary locks of unkempt hair
With dingy skin and eyes with crooked twirl
Her voice is like a bugle blow
Her smile is like the winter snow
Cold and harsh. A mean queen was my girl
…
She walks and talks in her sleep
I’ve often seen her cry and weep
As I read out to her a funny poetry
And I can never understand
How I can ever thank you man
For taking away a heavy burden off of me
…
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
Couldn’t thank you enough for taking away my girl
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
She was about to devastate my world
…
Now I could have my choice of girls
Buy them rings, diamonds, pearls
She just wasn’t the one for me, Charlie
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness is brought by you
And believe me now I owe you one, Charlie
…
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I’m thanking you for taking away my girl
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
She was about to devastate my world

I finally got a fan mail
After longly seven years
It turned out to be no good
It was wrongly delivered

Off I went to cut a tree
For I was in need of wood
So I grabbed the sharpest axe
To chop the best I could
In a forest of hundred trees
I picked the strongest one
Just a few hours of trying labour
And my job be done
As I was about to strike
The first and fierce blow
The marked tree turned and looked at me
Warmly greeted me “Hello”
I pinched myself just to see
If I was dreaming in daylight
When the giant tree spoke to me
“Who did give you the right
To chop and cut as you please
With very little care
About the lives of our tribe
Like we’re a piece of spare?”
“I’m sorry if you think that way”
Quick came my reply
“I never knew that even trees do
Feel pain, hurt and cry
A few branches is all I need
What harm can it do to you?”
“In that case,” the tree replied
“Forfeit a finger or two”
Leaning forward the mighty tree
Tried to grab my hand
I dropped my axe and off I ran
Lest he’d have me panned
While I ran, I saw and found
The forest staring at me
With a shudder I made a vow
Never again to cut a tree

The kids with whom I went to school
Are all grown up and settled now
They’re all rich and fancy cool
But I can’t find a job somehow
…
They’ve got pretty houses with pretty families
They spend their days working earning tons of monies
So busy that they have no time to meet me
My cat and my poems make up my family
I never made it big in life so they think I’m a fool
All the darned kids with whom I went to school
…
But I’ve also heard that they’re too busy
To spend some time with their families
They barely get any time to even catch some sleep
So they lie awake at night. I know they quietly weep
They wear those tight masks and speak those white lies
Their hair are all grey and they’ve got baggy eyes
Their lives are full of stress and immense mental strain
They couldn’t even enjoy a single moment of rain
…
Sometimes I really wonder who’s the real fool
The kids with whom I went to school
They’re all rich and fancy cool
They’re all grown up and settled down
But I’m the one with the golden crown