He looks out a window without glass
 The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
 His father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

 He's got 9 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 going to 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 2,000 dollars a month, you can believe it man it's true
 Somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
 No one here 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

 Going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
 Going out, to the dirty boulevard
 He's going down, on the dirty boulevard
 Going 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 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 dirty boulevard
 I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
 I want to fly, fly, fly, fly, from dirty boulevard

 I want to fly away
 I want to fly
 Fly, fly away
 I want to fly
 Fly, fly away
 Fly, fly, fly
 Fly, fly away
 Fly away