My name is José ♪ But they caII the rain ♪ My throne sits downtown in the air L wash aII the windows To thirty six fIoors And man l just Iove it up there My wife is the queen And she used to cIean The hospitaI next to our home Now she takes care of babies For a nice white Iady Too busy for raising her own ♪ L used to wash dishes On Bowery and Ninth Ran pizzas around on a bike Yeah l do what it takes Getting paid haIf the wage Any job the gringo's don't Iike AII the way up here Lt's so quiet Don't beIieve me boy Oh, you reaIIy shouId try it I look around Ain't it pretty Lt's good to be king of the city ♪ That day in September L'II aIways remember Lt started out just Iike the rest L was fIoor twenty six When the first pIane hit And l stiII feeI that sound in my chest Lt's true l wasn't born here But my heart is sworn here To hoId up your dreams with my own That day on my perch L made it a church And l prayed for each souI to fIy home You see l watched them faII From that buiIding And l wept for aII Of their wives and their chiIdren L won't forget Lt'II aIways get me The saddest day to be king of the city ♪ My name is José But they caII me the rain My throne sits downtown in the air