And all around
  At the side of the grave
  Stood Charlie's friends
  Who could not save
  This stupid girl
  From the way she behaved
  But among the mourners
  And the frowners
  A cry were heard...(aaaargh!)
  
  ANY DOWNERS?
  ANY DOWNERS?
  ANY DOWNERS?
  ANY DOWNERS?
  
  No I ain't got any more
  No I ain't got any more
  No I ain't got any more
  No I ain't got any more
  
  Your downers are gone
  They was all you could get
  To ease your mind
  And your deep regret
  Over Charlie's mouth
  So enormous 'n wet
  Now all you got
  Is your TV set
  
  You turn it on
  And watch and dream
  A dream of love
  On the tiny screeen
  And what do you see
  As you lay in bed?
  It's a bald kinda girl
  With a pointed head
  Oh no...