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My name is Jose, but they call me "The Rey" My throne sits downtown in the air I wash all the windows to thirty-six floors And man, I just love it up there My wife is the queen, and she used to clean The hospital next to our home Now she takes care of babies For a nice white lady too busy to raisin' her own I used to wash dishes on Bowery and Ninth Ran pizzas around on a back Yeah, I'd do what it takes, gettin' paid half the wage Any job the gringos don't like All the way up here is so quiet Don't believe me, boy? Oh you really should try I look around, ain't it pretty? It's good to be king of the city That day in September, I'll always remember Started out just like the rest I was floor 26, when the first plane hit And I still feel that sound in my chest It's true I wasn't born here, but my heart is sworn here Letras de cancionesTo hold up your dreams with my own That day on my perch, I made it to church And I prayed for each soul to fly home See, I watched them fall from that buildin' And I wept for all of their wives and their children I won't forget, it'll always get me The saddest day to be king of the city My name is Jose, they call me "The Rey" My throne sits downtown in the air From Letras Mania