Charlie was a boxer
Fighting in the ring
He'd stick his tongue out
And the whole crowd would scream

After a fist to the face, my guy would smile
Try me motherfucker, I can do this a while
Foam on his mouth, he'd spit out some blood
Even when he lost, it felt like he won

Told me hand to heart
I've got a colorful past
Let's have a summer of love
Shatter your world made of glass

In his misspent youth
He'd bite at the bit
And drank enough booze
To make the rest of us sick

But Charlie was a boxer
Charming and wild
Lived with his parents in Brooklyn
A six-foot-two child

Blew up cans in his yard
Played with arrows and guns
Liked consensual violence
And fucked anyone

Charlie was a boxer
I had the key to his heart
But I threw it off the roof
When enough was enough

Charlie was a boxer yeah
Charlie was a boxer yeah