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He gets up each morning and he goes downtownwhere 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 uptowneach evening to my tentament. |
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Uptown where folks don't have to pay much rent. |
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And when he's there with mehe can see that he's everything. |
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The man is tall, he don't crawl. |
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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'cause he's got to live. |
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But then he comes uptownwhere he can hold his head up high. |
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And uptown he knows |
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I'm gonna be standing by. |
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And when I take his hand,there's no man who can put him down, down, down. |
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Oh, the world is sweet at his feet when he's uptown. |
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Whoa-oo-oh-whoa. |
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When he's uptown. |
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Whoa-oo-whoa-oo-whoa-oh-oh. |
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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 |
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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 |
