Chucky's on his way to London; he's gonna find a new world there,
He turned away from his L.A. days and put a razor to his hair,
And Toni's on the seat beside him, hoping for a visa stay,
If the gig don't come in London, Chucky will be turned away.

He said, "Tell me why...tell me why God gave me such an endless drive to fill my cup, but my cup stays dry - tell me, tell me, tell me."

Chucky's on his way to London, leaving all his things behind,
We had to rent a U-Haul truck and stick it in a 5 x 5,
Toni doesn't know what to do; Chucky's having second thoughts,
Is he going'
Is he coming'
Is Chucky on his way to London'

And he says, "Tell me why...tell me why God gave me such an endless drive to fill my cup, but my cup stays dry - tell me, tell me, tell me."
"Tell me why...tell me why God gave me such an endless drive to fill my cup, but my cup stays dry - tell me, tell me, tell me."

Chucky,
Ooh, Chucky,
Chucky,
Ooh, Chucky,

(etc. fade)