He gets up each morning and he goes downtown,
Where everyone's his boss and he's lost,
In an angry land; he's a little man.


But then he comes uptown,
Each ev'nin' to my tenement,

Uptown, where folks don't
Have to pay much rent.
And when he's there with me,

He can see that he's everything.
Then he's tall, he don't crawl,
He's a king. (Uptown.)


Downtown he's just one of a million guys.
Where he don't get no breaks and he takes,

All they've got to give, 'cause he's got to live.

But then he comes uptown,

Where he can hold his head up high.
Uptown, he knows
That I'll be standing by.

And when I take his hand,
There's no man who could put him down.
The world is sweet, it's at his feet,

When he's uptown. (Uptown.)

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah.

(Uptown.)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-yeah


Let me tell ya now

Uptown where he can hold his head up high.

Uptown he knows that I am standing by.
And when I take his hand,
There's no man who could put him down.

The world is sweet, it's at his feet,
When he's uptown.


Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah


Let me tell ya now, uptown
[Fade]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh