I'm the forgotten one. The other Chucks never even admit they know me. I wrote a parody of A-Rovin' that goes:

In Amsterdam I ate my lunch
Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam I ate my lunch
I'd see it again, I had a hunch
I'll eat no more little wriggly things that crawl back up
A-ralphin', a-ralphin', oh ralphin's not much f-u-n
I'll eat no more little wriggly things that crawl back up

One night I crept from my abode
Mark well what I do say!
One night I crept from my abode
'Cause I hankered for some garden toad...

Well, you get the idea. They never let me sing this one - can you believe it?!?!