SPOKEN: Pale Male, the famous red-tail hawk, performs wingstands 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 But Pale Male, he's cool, see, 'cause his breakfast ain't going nowhere So he does a loop t'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"
SUNG: 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
SPOKEN: I saw Joe Mitchell's ghost on a downtown A train He just rides on forever, now that 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 is creeping across the Williamsburg Bridge Hey, whatever happened to Alphabet City? Ain't no place left in this town that a poor boy can go
SUNG: 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 swimming in the air Looks like he's in heaven up there People suffering everywhere But he don't care
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