Lyrics:

Born in Red House Brooklyn
In the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes
To accordion

Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey
Cant get no relief

Larry was the oldest
Joey was next
They tried to get Larry
Joey got so upset

Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey
Cant get no relief

They tried, to tell him
He was doing wrong
Dealing with some coloreds
Boy youre doing so wrong

Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey
Cant get no relief

Joey Joey Joey
Whatd you do?
You got it Umbertos poor you
Bullets still in the door
Where they got you got you more
Blood in the streets
Now theres no relief for Joey

Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey