Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got nine brothers and sisters They're brought up on their knees It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man But that's a slim chance He's going to the boulevard He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard He's going out to the dirty boulevard He's going down to the dirty boulevard This room cost two thousand dollars a month You can believe it, man, it's true Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing 'til he wets his pants No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em That's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses Let's club 'em to death And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard Goin' out to the dirty boulevard They're going down on the dirty boulevard Goin' out Outside, it's a bright night There's an opera at Lincoln Center Movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th Street The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming He's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures And stares up at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3," he says "I hope I can disappear" And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away I want to fly
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got nine brothers and sisters They're brought up on their knees It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man But that's a slim chance He's going to the boulevard He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard He's going out to the dirty boulevard He's going down to the dirty boulevard This room cost two thousand dollars a month You can believe it, man, it's true Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing 'til he wets his pants No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em That's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses Let's club 'em to death And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard Goin' out to the dirty boulevard They're going down on the dirty boulevard Goin' out Outside, it's a bright night There's an opera at Lincoln Center Movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th Street The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming He's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures And stares up at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3," he says "I hope I can disappear" And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away I want to fly
