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
Can't 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
Can't get no relief
They tried, to tell him
He was doing wrong
Dealing with some colored's
Boy you're doing so wrong
Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey
Can't get no relief
Joey Joey Joey
What'd you do?
You got it Umberto's poor you
Bullets still in the door
Where they got you got you more
Blood in the streets
Now there's no relief for Joey
Joey Joey Joey
King of the streets
Joey Joey Joey