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 

CHORUS 

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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