Main riff:
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On a street corner in Pittsburgh, PA
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There’s a tough Irish boy with no dreams
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But to be King for one day
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And he’s schooled by the older ones
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With lessons and the conduct of the streets
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He’s got a mean right cross 
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And a devastating left hook

          
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He likes to drink and he likes to fight 
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He likes poppin’ pills and Du-Op 
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and the boulevard on a Saturday night 
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And he’s going no where fast
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you know he’s happy just staying alive 
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But you can always count on Charlie 
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To be there if you needed him

     
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In a courtroom on a December’s day
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The judge said look here son 

If you wanna play 
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You’re gonna have to pay
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See these rules that you life by 
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Don’t exist in a civilized world. 
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So I offer you prison, or Vietnam. 


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You know Charlie, he’s kinda crazy 
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He just stood there looked at me,
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Looked at the judge, straight in the eyes 
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Said I’d love to fight your honor 
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And you know I’ve got nothing to lose
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So send me off to war, I don’t mind.


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He spent two years 

Learning weapons of death
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And a year in the jungle 
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Like an animal where it's kill or be killed
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And the right amount of heroin 
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Really seems the quiet the bombs
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Back in Pittsburgh, things are rather calm


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Now Charlie, he is my friend
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Taught me how to hold my head up
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Told me soon that I’d be a man
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Says that Agent Orange is calling 
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And the doctors have done all they can
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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 
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after you’re gone
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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 
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after you’re gone
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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 
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after you’re gone