Good Time Charlie Lyrics

They call me Good Time Charlie

Playboy with a whole lotta soul

I said they call me Good Time Charlie

Playboy with a whole lotta soul

I'm the last of the big time spenders

I keep a pocket full of gold

Put on your red dress, baby

We're going up to Sugar Hill

I said put on your red dress, baby

We're going up to Sugar Hill

Come on, come on

If you won't, your sister will

Lord, put on your red wig, baby

I want you to ball with me

Put on your red wig, baby, yeah

I want you to go out

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Don't you know the

Sky is the limit, baby

Little girl, and everything's free

Lord, I can make you feel good

Just like I said I would

Lord, I can make you feel so good

Just like I said I would

It's all right, oh, lord

It's all right

Lord, they call me Good Time Charlie

Playboy with a whole lotta soul

Lord, they call me Good Time Charlie

Playboy with a whole lotta soul

I'm the last of the big time spenders

Little girl, I keep a pocket full of gold

Oh, I can make you feel nice