Kid Charlemagne - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    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

    Repeat 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

    Repeat Chorus

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    Marco Giunco
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