Chainsaw Charlie

<br>Charlie got a chainsaw and a pickle jar of<br>formaldehyde<br>One way or another tonight she will be<br>going for a ride<br>The roses and the poems he wrote,<br>somehow they didn`t win Samantha`s heart<br>But tonight she will be Charlie`s, if he can only get<br>that old Poulan to start<br>Been sittin` in the shed so long, the oil in the case<br>has turned to sludge<br>Been yankin` on the cord all night but he can`t get<br>the goddamn thing to budge<br>Samantha will be walking by just like she<br>does every night at 8<br>She`s leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow<br>morning it`ll be too late<br>Maybe it`s the spark plug, or the gas he siphoned<br>from his daddy`s truck<br>But that Poulan won`t cooperate, it looks like<br>Charlie might be out of luck<br>And here comes his Samantha whistling<br>and walking down the street<br>One last pull - the Poulan fires up and true love`s<br>rolling past his feet<br>Look at Charlie and Samantha<br>another twisted modern fairly tale<br>Samantha`s in a pickle jar somewhere<br>and Charlie`s growing old in jail<br>True love will make you crazy and<br>some of us don`t<br>handle it too good<br>now that Poulan`s old and rusty - it`ll never cut<br>another piece of wood<br>yeah that Poulan`s old and rusty, and it`ll never<br>cut another piece of wood.