Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
While the music played you worked by candlelight
You are still an outlaw in their eyes
I think the people down the hall know who you are
Every a-frame had your number on the wall
Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away?
Careful what you carry, 'cause the man is wise
Get along Kid Charlemagne
Your low rent friends are dead this life can be very strange
Get along Kid Charlemagne
All those day glow freaks who used to paint the face
Could you live forever? Could you see the day?
Look at all the white men on the street
Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Everyone stopped to stare at your Technicolor motor home
Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
But yours was kitchen clean
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
Those San Francisco nights you were the best in town
You turned it on the world that's when you turned the world around
Did you feel like Jesus?
And you'd go it alone
Those test tubes and the scale just get it all out of here
Publisher: MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Is there gas in the car, yes, there's gas in the car
Son you were mistaken, you are obsolete
Songwriters: Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
You must have had it all you'd go to L.A. on a dare
Did you realize that you were a champion in their eyes
On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
They've joined the human race some things will never change
Get along Kid Charlemagne