The Dimes - Charles Street lyrics

Head on over to Charles Street And have a drink in the clink See all the folks dressed nice and neat Head on down to the jailhouse Where so many men cry But today you can say you never knew why, why, why Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Whoa-de-oh-oh So head on over to Charles Street Like so many men do And if you don't get what you want Get what they want you to Take a load off those old brown shoes here They'll keep you in style Let the clerks and the jerks run the town for a while Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Whoa-de-oh-oh Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh Whoa-de-oh-oh