Chainsaw Charlie Lyrics - Singles - Angry Johnny And The Killbillies

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.