| He gets up each morning and he goes downtown
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| Where everyone’s his boss and he’s lost in an angry land
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| He’s a little man
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| But then he comes uptown each evening to my tenement
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| Uptown where folks don’t have to pay much rent
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| And when he’s there with me he can see that he’s everything
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| Then he’s tall, he don’t crawl, he’s a king
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| Downtown he’s just one of a million guys
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| He don’t get no breaks and he takes all they got to give
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| 'Cause he’s got to live
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| But then he comes uptown where he can hold his head up high
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| Uptown he knows that I am standing by
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| And when I take his hand, there’s no man who could put him down
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| The world is sweet, it’s at his feet, when he’s uptown
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah
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| Let me tell ya now
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| Uptown where he can hold his head up high
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| Uptown he knows that I am standing by
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| And when I take his hand, there’s no man who could put him down
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| The world is sweet, it’s at his feet, when he’s uptown
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Let me tell ya now, uptown
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |