Texty:
Cheer Up Charlie

ll see a star Just follow it and keep your dream in view Pretty soon the sky is gonna clear up Charlie Cheer up Charlie do Cheer up Charlie Just

that nigga named Michael Vick They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy, They talking jet skiis, I had that shit last summer boy, Charles is gone, Cher

and horney freaks shaddy ladies evil ernies richy richs and charlie cheaps bang pow boom! they say the show is the bomb i heard its strait up explosives

Christmas, Christmas time is here, and Christmas songs you love to hear thoughts of joy and hope and cheer, but mostly shopping, shopping, shopping Christmas

It's Christmas in Hollywood Santa's back up in the hood So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck It's Hanukkah in Inglewood The dradles spinning in

gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war. And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers

that through music and everything . . . This was our last hit single . . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up

teach right No class for a pupil without a pass but gun Back in to pass but now in ninety-one B-ball wavin pom-poms to cheers Screaming for the team,

for Kelly sisters] Has anybody seen the Kellly sisters? You, you're up in 5. [Velma Kelly] (getting out of the car) - Keep the change, Charlie. [Charlie