Pete and me had this mate called Charlie He lived in Manchester And he was a rogue Whenever we called on him He'd rub his hands and say "What can I sell ya, boys?"
Once when we went and He opened a large drawer It was full of gold and silver rings All types and all sizes He opened the drawer beneath that And it was full of ****** and vibrators I kid you not But this was Charlie
Another time we went he said to Pete " I've got some leather jeans'll fit you," So Pete tried them on and they fit In a way This was in the days before stretch fabrics And what Charlie didn't mention was These were womens' jeans So Pete looked at me and said "What d'you think?" I tried not to laugh but failed "They look like leather jodhpurs! "You look like an equestrian hell's angel!"
So that was Charlie The last I heard Bad people were looking for him As well as the local cops It's lucky that he was "fast" Charlie I often wonder what happened to him But the truth is, one way or another He's probably dead Charlie by now