Pale male the famous redtail hawk performs wingstands high above midtown Manhattan   Circles around for one last pass over the park   Got his eye on a fat squirrel down there and a couple of pigeons   They got no place to run they got no place to hide   But pale male he’s cool, see ‘cause his breakfast ain’t goin’ nowhere   So he does a loop t loop for the tourists and the six o’clock news   Got him a penthouse view from the tip-top of the food chain, boys   He looks up and down on fifth ave and says “God I love this town”   But life goes on down here below   And all us mortals struggle so   We laugh and cry    And live and die   That’s how it goes    For all we know   Down here below   I saw Joe Mitchell’s ghost on a downtown ‘A’ train   He just rides on forever now that the Fulton fish market’s shut down   He said ‘they ain’t never gonna get that smell out of the water   I don’t give a damn how much of that new money they burn’   Now hell’s kitchen’s Clinton and the bowery’s Nolita   And the east village’s creepin’ ‘cross the Williamsburg bridge   And hey, whatever happened to alphabet city?   Ain’t no place left in this town that a poor boy can go   But life goes on down here below   And all us mortals struggle so   We laugh and cry    And live and die   That’s how it goes    For all we know   Down here below   Pale male swimmin’ in the air   Looks like he’s in heaven up there   People sufferin’ everywhere   But he don’t care   But life goes on down here below   And all us mortals, struggle so   We laugh and cry