Head on over to Charles Street
And have a drink in the clink
See all the folks dressed nice and neat
Head on down to the jailhouse
Where so many men cry
But today you can say you never knew why, why, why
Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Whoa-de-oh-oh
So head on over to Charles Street
Like so many men do
And if you don’t get what you want
Get what they want you to
Take a load off those old brown shoes here
They’ll keep you in style
Let the clerks and the jerks run the town for a while
Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Whoa-de-oh-oh
Singin' oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh-whoa-de-oh-oh
Whoa-de-oh-oh