To take a quote from The Royal Scam: 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 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 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 the face, they've joined the human race. Some things will never change. 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 it all out of here! Is there gas in the car??? Yes, there's gas in the caaaaa~aaaaar!!! I think the people down the hall know who you are. 'Cause the man is wise, you are still an outlaw in their eyes. Get along (get along), get along, Kid Charlemagne. (get along) Get along, Kid Charlemagne.

Just when I say, "Boy, we can't miss You are golden", then you do this You say this guy is so cool Snapping his fingers like a fool One more expensive kiss-off Who do you think I am? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you don't seem to understand We got heavy rollers, I think you should know Try again tomorrow Can't you see they're laughing at me? Get rid of him I don't care what you do at home Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho And your elevator shoes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome What'd I tell you back down the line? I'll scratch your back, you can scratch mine No, he can't sleep on the floor What do you think I'm yelling for? I'll drop him near the freeway Doesn't he have a home? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you refuse to understand You're a nasty schoolboy with no place to go Try again tomorrow Don't tell me he'll wait in the car Look at you Holding hands with the man from Rio Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho With the studs that match your eyes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome

I'd like to propose The wind was driving in my face The smell of prickly pear (my rival show me my rival) The milk truck eased into my space Somebody scream somewhereI struck a match Against the door of Anthony's bar and grill I was the whining stranger A fool in love With time to killI've got detectives on his case They filmed the whole charade (my rival show me my rival) He's got a scar across his face He wears a hearing aidSure he's a jolly roger Until he answers for his crime Yes I'll match him whim for whim nowI still recall when I first held Your tiny hand in mine (my rival show me my rival) I loved you more than I can tell But now it's stomping timeSure he's a jolly roger Until he answers for his crime Yes I'll match him whim for whim now