When he's holding then the streetlamps, they seem an awful lot like spotlights

Yeah, sometimes charlemagne gets uptight

Running numbers between bars, running girls between the cars

And sometimes charlemagne feels alright, alright, alright

Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover

Last winter there was weather and his eyes just iced right over

Cassanova's in the corner and he's asking for a dance

Speed shooters driving 'round and coming down and trying to hook up with an exit ramp

Tramps like us and we like tramps

Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants

Holly was supposed to be at ccd but she was walking around on shady streets

She was looking around for something she could take up to a party

And it's not like she's enslaved, it's more like she's enthralled

She don't need it but she likes it so she always makes that call

First it makes her feel tall, then it makes her feel small and it's all a sweet fleeting feeling

They did the "been caught stealing" into "dancing on the ceiling"

And you're damn right we danced

Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants

Do you want me to tell it like it's boy meets girl and the rest is history, or do you want it like a murder mystery?

I'm gonna tell it like a comeback story

'cause when we left we were defeated and depressed and when we arrived we were ripping high

We had a gun in the glove box, we had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks, and jesus christ in all his glory