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 Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket to a show Did you see him take a blow When the drunk one said Cat Stevens was the greatest singer 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 Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's 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 Let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the King of New Orleans Radio in my head Radio in my car Goin' down again He's goin' down again Any way 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 him one more chance To try and see the beauty in his world All the way in on my hands and on my feet and shoulders Gonna 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