Chainsaw Charlie — текст песни (Angry Johnny And The Killbillies)

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.