The Cats of Brighton - That's Charlie Work Lyrics

That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
You're doing it weird

Really hope she has a killer moustache
Make eye contact and finish
He could be cross-eyed
Good point
And you made of glass and rubber-bands?
Why not punch your girlfriend too?
And bring me naked pictures of Bea Arthur

That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
You're doing it weird

I just realised that kids in the 90s dress like dads
Them's fighting words
Maybe you swore in your sleep
White people are magic
And to be fair, they're really annoyingly loud and run into stuff a lot
Good point
Butt-kiss... yes, you are

That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
That's Charlie Work
You're doing it wrong
That's Charlie Work
You're doing it weird
That's Charlie Work
You're doing it weird

All-work-and-no-play makes David a dull boy