Kid Charlemagne - Live

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 motorhome

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 Day-Glo freaks
Who used to paint their face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change

Son, you were mistaken
You were 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 it all outta 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



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker
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