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?
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.
Get along get along
Kid Charlemagne.
Get along
Kid Charlemagne.
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.
Get along get along
Kid Charlemagne
Get along
Kid Charlemagne