Charlie,
Charlie, what you gonna call your game?
Ball,
oh,
green ball,
you're still gonna remain the same.
Sorted tails I gather here,
a snake who likes to dance.
Witches,
bruising ones and twos,
Charlie the fertile lance.
Charlie was a snake he fared,
Charlie lived in a snakey lair.
Charlie liked to flip and kick cobwebs from his hair.
Charlie was an airy snake who played the piccolo.
He liked to dance on the dunes in the
desert and play his fife real low.
Charlie had a girl named Frog who played the drums all right.
The trouble with their relationship was Charlie's appetite.
Charlie,
Charlie,
what you gonna call your game?
Ball,
oh,
green ball,
you're still gonna remain the same.
Charlie
favored chicken eggs but they were hard to get.
So Charlie plays his piccolo
but they hadn't come out yet.
Charlie had a secret wish to be a movie star.
But when
old Charlie's entrance came,
he couldn't get very far.
Charlie,
Charlie, what you gonna call your game?
Ball, oh,
green ball,
you're still gonna remain the same.