C. Brown awakes from bed
Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school
Out the door and down the street
Down to the corner a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meet
Oh, but there, not to his surprise
His friends have gone told C a lie
But you can walk on there with me
You don't need to say a word, oh don't you worry
Now you see him runin' fast
Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and they laugh
Still Charlie loves his friends
In his heart he knows that sometimes a dog can be ain't good as any man
Oh, tryin' to do as we should
That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good
Oh but you can sit there in the grass it feels good
You don't need to say another word, you don't have to worry no no
Now that Charlie has draw the gun
Right there in the square he's sketched little Lucy on the run
Aims his eye, cocks his head
Now in a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone
Charlie's [Incomprehensible] the golden rule
Draw unto others they come on you
And walk on home now with me
Oh, you don't need to think another word, you don't have to worry at all