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