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     CHORUS:  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     CHORUS