and white rock for his table. *** a chair, move over there. And let him sit right next to Mabel. . Clap hands, here comes Charlie. Clap hands, good time Charlie. Clap hands, here comes Charlie
and white rock for his table. *** a chair, move over there. And let him sit right next to Mabel. . Clap hands, here comes Charlie. Clap hands, good time Charlie. Clap hands, here comes Charlie
Charlie don't surf and we think he should. Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good. Charlie don't surf for his hamburger momma. Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to
Chorus Charlie Puth. Memories follow me left and right. I can feel you over here, I can feel you over here. You take up every corner of my mind. (What ya gon' do now?). Verse 1 Charlie Puth. Ever
