King Of New Orleans Lyrics

Got an angel on the stairs
As if you'd even care
When the lights go up
And the sun has nearly gone down
Well did you see him on the street
Did you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye
And he loves the girls 
And he loves the boys
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over

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Se set him up
To let him fall 
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans

Got a ticket to a show 
Gonna see him take a blow
When the drunk one says
"Cat Steven's was the greatest singer"
And did you kick him in the head
Did you watch the blood run down
Did you laugh at all
When the people walked right by and said aloud
"Gutterpunks
Your're all the same"
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over

(CHORUS, REPEAT)

Radio in my hands
Radio in the car
Going down again
He's going down again

Anyway you look any way you talk it over
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind
But it rips your heart out
Then it kicks your head in
But you give it one more chance 
Tryin' to see the beauty in his world
All the way and on my hands and on my feet and shoulders
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over

(CHORUS, REPEAT)