There's an angel on the stairs
(as if you'd even care)
When the lights go up,
and the sun has nearly gone down

Did you see him on the street?
Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think aloud,"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,
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 Sssstevens 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,
"You 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

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

God save the King of New Orleans