Mister Charlie Watts was a hit man Years on the job he never complained He always did what he was asked to Sharp as a blade with a three-piece suit His fine work of art turned into a loot Cause he's never flinched, not a single time But one day he went to see the boss And told him he's had enough It did not sweep the man off his feet He only asked for one last hit Charlie turned his back and told him to get lost Only one last hit before you go Then you forget everything that you know We rule you out and you take your girl Without a bow to the far side of the world He went to see his money man Found an empty safe and the guy dead He had been tricked, he had to do the hit For days the case he learned all about o Until he had the job planned inside out He couldn't miss this very last hit Walter up the stairs to the second floor Took off his shoes, then he tricked the door Slowly he tiptoed to the bed Silencer on, off to la la land Then Charlie heard a click and blood started to drip Only one last hit before you go Then you forget everything that you know We rule you out and you take your girl Without a bow to the far side of the world