Charlemagne In Sweatpants

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