Chainsaw Charlie 歌词

Charlie got a chainsaw and a pickle jar of formaldehyde One way or another tonight she will be going for a ride The roses and the poems he wrote, somehow they didn't win Samantha's heart But tonight she will be Charlie's, if he can only get that old Poulan to start Been sittin' in the shed so long, the oil in the case has turned to sludge Been yankin' on the cord all night but he can't get the goddamn thing to budge Samantha will be walking by just like she does every night at 8 She's leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow morning it'll be too late Maybe it's the spark plug, or the gas he siphoned from his daddy's truck But that Poulan won't cooperate, it looks like Charlie might be out of luck And here comes his Samantha whistling and walking down the street One last pull - the Poulan fires up and true love's rolling past his feet Look at Charlie and Samantha another twisted modern fairly tale Samantha's in a pickle jar somewhere and Charlie's growing old in jail True love will make you crazy and some of us don't handle it too good now that Poulan's old and rusty - it'll never cut another piece of wood Yeah that Poulan's old and rusty, and it'll never cut another piece of wood.