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 of 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 runnin' numbers too

It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men 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 thinkin' 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 tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim

Let's blow this place to kingdom come let Con Edison take the blame

But Joey stepped up he raised his hand 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 Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich

They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' 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 have returned and now I want what's mine

Joey Joey

King of the streets child of clay

Joey Joey

Why did they have 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 the 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 comin' through the door 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 Brooklyn mourned

They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born

And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' 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