Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - Chainsaw Charlie lyrics
[Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - Chainsaw Charlie lyrics]
Charlie got a chainsaw and a pickle jar of
Formaldehyde
One way or another tonight she will be
Going for a ride
The roses and the poems he wrote
Somehow they didn't win Samantha's heart
But tonight she will be Charlie's
If he can only get that old Poulan to start
Been sittin' in the shed so long
The oil in the case has turned to sludge
Been yankin' on the cord all
Night but he can't get
The goddamn thing to budge
Samantha will be walking by just like she
Does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10: 05 tomorrow
Morning it'll be too late
Maybe it's the spark plug
Or the gas he siphoned
From his daddy's truck
But that Poulan won't cooperate
It looks like charlie might be out of luck
And here comes his Samantha whistling
And walking down the street
One last pull - the Poulan
Fires up and true love's
Rolling past his feet
Look at Charlie and Samantha
Another twisted modern fairly tale
Samantha's in a pickle jar somewhere
And Charlie's growing old in jail
True love will make you crazy and
Some of us don't handle it too good
Now that Poulan's old and rusty
- it'll never cut another piece of wood
Yeah that Poulan's old and rusty
And it'll never cut another piece of wood
Formaldehyde
One way or another tonight she will be
Going for a ride
The roses and the poems he wrote
Somehow they didn't win Samantha's heart
But tonight she will be Charlie's
If he can only get that old Poulan to start
Been sittin' in the shed so long
The oil in the case has turned to sludge
Been yankin' on the cord all
Night but he can't get
The goddamn thing to budge
Samantha will be walking by just like she
Does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10: 05 tomorrow
Morning it'll be too late
Maybe it's the spark plug
Or the gas he siphoned
From his daddy's truck
But that Poulan won't cooperate
It looks like charlie might be out of luck
And here comes his Samantha whistling
And walking down the street
One last pull - the Poulan
Fires up and true love's
Rolling past his feet
Look at Charlie and Samantha
Another twisted modern fairly tale
Samantha's in a pickle jar somewhere
And Charlie's growing old in jail
True love will make you crazy and
Some of us don't handle it too good
Now that Poulan's old and rusty
- it'll never cut another piece of wood
Yeah that Poulan's old and rusty
And it'll never cut another piece of wood