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 entrance 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