While the music played you worked by candlelight 

Those San Francisco nights 

You were the best in town 

Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl 

You turned it on the world 

That's when you turned the world around

Did you feel like Jesus 

Did you realize 

That you were a champion in their eyes 



On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene 

But yours was kitchen clean 

Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home 

Every A-Frame had your number on the wall 

You must have had it all 

You'd go to L.A. on a dare 

And you'd go it alone 

Could you live forever 

Could you see the day 

Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away 



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Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne 

Get along Kid Charlemagne 



Now your patrons have all left you in the red 

Your low rent friends are dead 

This life can be very strange 

All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face 

They've joined the human race 

Some things will never change 

Son you were mistaken 

You are obsolete 

Look at all the white men on the street 



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Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail 

Those test tubes and the scale 

Just get them all out of here 

Is there gas in the car 

Yes, there's gas in the car 

I think the people down the hall 

Know who you are 



Careful what you carry 

'Cause the man is wise 

You are still an outlaw in their eyes 



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