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Performs wing stands
High above midtown Manhattan
Circles around for one last pass over the park

Got his eye on a fat squirrel down there
And a couple of pigeons
They got no place to run
No place to hide

Pale male, he's cool
See â€~cause his breakfast ain't goin' nowhere
So he does a loop to loop
For the tourists and the six o'clock news

Got him a penthouse view
From the tip-top of the food chain, boys
He looks up and down Fifth Avenue
And says, "God, I love this town"

But life goes on down here below
And all us mortals struggle so
We laugh and cry and live and die
That's how it goes for all we know
Down here below

I saw Joe Mitchell's ghost
On a downtown A train
He just rides on forever
Now the Fulton fish market's shut down

He said, "They ain't never gonna get
That smell out of the water
I don't give a damn how much of
That new money they burn?”

Now Hell's Kitchen's Clinton
And the Bowery's Nolita
And the East Village's creepin'
â€~Cross the Williamsburg Bridge

Hey, whatever happened
To Alphabet City?
Ain't no place left in this town
That a poor boy can go

But life goes on down here below
And all us mortals struggle so
We laugh and cry and live and die
That's how it goes, for all we know
Down here below

Pale male swimmin' in the air
Looks like he's in heaven up there
People sufferin' everywhere
He don't care

But life goes on down here below
And all us mortals struggle so
We laugh and cry

Performs wing stands
High above midtown Manhattan