Charlie Queen

His name was Charlie Queen but he could not have been
Anymore obscene than the magazine
with his picture printed perfect in black and white
"Charlie Queen starts a scene with a bar room fight."

But he counted his fingers and he counted to ten
Charlie Queen was out on the streets again
No lessons were learned, but the tables were turned
When Charlie Queen met my mean, lean biker friend.

Charlie Queen left the world in a police car
Broken nose, shattered bones and an open scar
We awaited the day when we could see his face
Face up in a casket at the funeral place

Now we sit and mourn for the life of a friend
Charlie Queen you were obscene, but it had to end.
Your nose is crooked and I can't comprehend
Charlie Queen you were obscene, but you were my best friend.