King of New Orleans

Got an angel on the stairs
 As if you'd even care
 When the lights are up
 And the sun had nearly gone down.
 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
 Going to make twenty dollars
 Before the weekends over
 So 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
 Going to see him take a blow
 When the drunk one said
 "Cat Stevens was the greatest singer!"
 And did you kick him in the head?
 Did you see the blood run down?
 Did you laugh at all, when the people walked right by and said aloud,
 "Gutter punks are all the same.
 Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over?"
 So set him up
 Then let him fall
 Turn him over in your hands
 God save the King of New Orleans
 Set him up
 Then let him fall
 Turn him over in your hands
 God save the King of New Orleans
 Radio in my head
 Radio in that car
 Going down again
 He's going down again
 Anyway you look
 Anyway 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
 Just give him one more chance
 Try to see the beauty in his world
 All the way in on my hands in on my feet and shoulders
 Going to make twenty dollars before the weekends over
 So set him up
 Then let him fall
 Turn him over in your hands
 God save the King of New Orleans
 Set him up
 Then let him fall
 Turn him over in your hands
 God save the King of all New Orleans
 God save the King of New Orleans.