It's him!

He's the weirdo who's been hanging 'round at Pickleball;

Charlie, that's him!

Leering at us ladies in the dining hall;

He hides behind the bushes and seeks me out;

He lurks around real sneaky, he just freaks me out;

So Charlie, if you respect me, please protect me! 

 

It's him!

He acts like he's a cruiser in his cargo shorts;

Charlie, that's him!

I'm sure that he's a loser with police reports;

It's him!

 

It's him!

Tina told me he's a stalker in the first degree;

Charlie, that's him!

Leaning on his walker while he watches me;

I can't use the Jacuzzi, go for a swim;

God forbid in my swimsuit, I'll run into him;

I just know that I can't go;

He's a psycho!

 

Maybe you can let him know

to find another road to hoe;

Please, Charlie!

That's him!