Well Sally sold seashells down by the water.And Mary 
had a little lamb she led to the slaughter.
They were friends since high school, where they both 
got tatoos,
And they trapped their boyfriends with their uptown 
hairdos.
Now Charlie was a fish who didn't like fish.
So he crept out of the ocean, and stepped into a ditch.
Got a studio flat in Soho with a bathroom and a window.
Now he hangs out in no-ho and he drinks like a fish.
He heard songs about the Son of Sam
And being stuck in the ocean like a desperate man.
Now Charlie and Mary, and their best friend, Sally,
Been spending their weekends down in Gasoline Alley,
Make 'Hey' with the zeroes, the geeks and the weirdos,
Who read from the Bible and drink cappuccinoes.
Now Mary and Sally, and their new friend Charlie,
Were reading Death of a Salesman, they're the life of 
the party.
Now Charlie was right at home using and abusing,
Because Charlie was a human, who didn't like humans.
They wrote poems about the Son of Sam,
And being stuck in the ocean with a desperate man.
Now time went by and they all lost touch,
It was just in time 'cause Charlie drank too much.
The ladies got a band and they headed for the suburbs,
Called it Polythene Pam and her Lesbian Lovers.
They sang songs about the Son of Sam
And being stuck in the ocean with a desperate man.
Sally was the life of the party,
And everyone laughed when she told jokes.
She hung out with the regular folks.
They said she was 'quite an American host.'
She had a pickup truck and a motorcycle,
She was known as a reverend known to cycle.
She said, 'I won't ever be free till nobody loves me.'
She said, 'I won't ever be free till nobody loves me.'