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SPOKEN: |
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Pale Male, the famous red-tail hawk, performs wingstands high above midtown Manhattan |
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Circles around for one last pass over the park |
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Got his eye on a fat squirrel down there and a couple of pigeons |
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They got no place to run, no place to hide |
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But Pale Male, he's cool, see, 'cause his breakfast ain't going nowhere |
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So he does a loop t'loop for the tourists and the six o'clock news |
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Got him a penthouse view from the tip-top of the food chain, boys |
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He looks up and down Fifth Avenue and says, "God, I love this town" |
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SUNG: |
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But life goes on, down here below |
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And all us mortals struggle so |
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We laugh and cry |
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And live and die |
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That's how it goes |
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For all we know |
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Down here below |
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SPOKEN: |
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I saw Joe Mitchell's ghost on a downtown A train |
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He just rides on forever, now that the Fulton Fish Market's shut down |
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He said, "They ain't never gonna get that smell out of the water |
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I don't give a damn how much of that new money they burn" |
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Now Hell's Kitchen's "Clinton" and The Bowery's "Nolita" |
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And The East Village is creeping across the Williamsburg Bridge |
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Hey, whatever happened to Alphabet City? |
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Ain't no place left in this town that a poor boy can go |
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SUNG: |
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But life goes on down here below |
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And all us mortals struggle so |
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We laugh and cry |
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And live and die |
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That's how it goes |
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For all we know |
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Down here below |
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Pale Male swimming in the air |
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Looks like he's in heaven up there |
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People suffering everywhere |
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But he don't care |
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But life goes on down here below |
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And all us mortals struggle so |
