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