Take the busted gla** from thousand highways I couldn't cut my way out of here And I'd bust my a** every day little girl If I thought that you really did care But it's the same ole story you're just a painting your toes With those rose petals up your nose And I get stuck from July till June sleeping in your front room Sleepin' in your front room sleepin' in your front room Charlene Charlene Charlene Who made you queen who made you queen You been bouncing my head up and down these steps And little girl you live on the second floor And I'm gettin' tired of taking all these licks Specially you catching me goin' out the door Rock and roll with you ain't no fun I'm gonna have to knock you out this time But you keep crawlin' back for more When baby you know I'm dyin' Baby you know I'm dyin' baby you know I'm dyin' Charlene Charlene Charlene Who made you queen who made you queen [ guitar ] Charlene Charlene Charlene Who made you queen who made you queen