He gets up each morning and he goes downtown, where everyone's his boss and he's lost in an angry land.
He's an angry man.
But then he comes Uptown 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.
That he's tall, he don't crawl, he's a king.
Downtown he's just one of a million dimes.
He don't get no breaks and he takes all they've got to give, 'cause he's gotta live.
But then he comes Uptown, where he can hold his head up high.
Uptown, he knows that I'll be standin' by.
And when I take his hand, there's no man that can put him down.
The world is sweet, it's at his feet, when he's Uptown.
The world is sweet, it's at his feet, when he's Uptown!