Born in Red Hook Brooklyn in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way
Well he answered just because
Larry was the oldest Joey was next to last
They called Joe Crazy the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and running numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and
The man in blue
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
There was talk they killed their rivals
But the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was bulletproof
The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out
The streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement called them amateurs
The hostages were trembling when they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow this place to kingdom come let Con Edison take the
Blame
But Joey stepped up and he raised his hand and said
We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work
Again
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
The police department hounded him they called him Mr Smith
They got him on conspiracy they were never sure who with
What time is it said the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten said Joey The judge says
That's exactly what you get
He did ten years in Attica reading Nietzche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for trying to stop
A strike
His closest friends were black men
'Cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on
Your hand
When they let him out in 71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear
He did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
Behind
To the boss he said I've returned and now I want
What's mine
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
It was true that in his later years he would not carry
A gun
I'm around too many children he'd say
They should never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out his register said
Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it coming through the doors as he
Lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say
He ain't dead he's just asleep
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son
That he could not save
The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of the
Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where
He was born
And someday if God's in heaven overlooking his preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they
Deserve
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
