[Verse   1]
Crazy   little   child
Never   got   to   see
All   the   pretty   things   in   life
Had   him   put   away
Nothing   they   could   say
Could   ever   make   the   pieces   fit
Aw   well,   Daddy-o   was   rich
Mama   was   a   bitch
Living   wasn't   easy   in   between
Behind   his   silent   scream
Jackson,   in   his   teens
Was   planning   his   escape
 
[Chorus]
He   was   a   crazy   little   child
New   Orleans   Alley   playground
Grimy   faced
He   watched   the   hookers   cry
Winos   were   his   friends   and   when   he   talked   to   them
They   said,   "Jackson,   boy,   they'll   get   you   by   and   by"
 
[Verse   2]
Depression   settin'   in
Desp'rate,   cool   and   quick
Jackson   learned   the   ropes   out   on   the   street
Little   candy   stores
Just   pickin'   locks   and   doors
Was   practice   for   a   two   bit   petty   thief
So   Jackson   went   to   Ritz
And   ev'ryone   was   hip
Ritz   ran   all   the   rackets   there   in   town
If   you   need   another   boy
Well,   I'm   the   slickest   cat   around
Yeah,   Ritz   gave   him   the   eye
Once   over,   then   he   smiled
"Yeah,   I've   got   something   here   in   mind
If   you   meet   me   here   at   two
I   think   you'll   like   the   view
Of   that   long   green   when   you   crack   that   safe   tonight"
 
[Chorus]
He   was   a   crazy   little   child
New   Orleans   Alley   playground
Grimy   faced
He   watched   the   hookers   cry
Winos   were   his   friends   and   when   he   talked   to   them
They   said,   "Jackson,   boy,   they'll   get   you   by   and   by"   that's   right
 
[Verse   3]
Well,   I'll   wait   for   you   outside
And   I'll   be   your   ears   and   your   eyes
And   boy,   you   just   slip   in   there   and   bring   out   all   that   loot
But   Ritz   was   taken   by   surprise
Couple   of   unspected   guys
And   they   left   poor   Jackson   inside
 
[Instrumental   solo]
 
[Verse   4]
Questions   there   were   few
In   fact   there   were   none
When   those   Sheriff's   bullets   start   to   fly
He   lay   dying   on   the   floor
With   a   smokin'   forty-four
He   said,   "I   must   admit   the   winos   were   right"
 
Crazy   little   child
Never   got   to   see
All   the   pretty   things   in   life
We   buried   him   today
Nothing   we   could   say
Could   ever   make   the   pieces   fit
Yeah,   I   must   admit   the   winos   were   right
Oh,   I   must   admit   the   winos   were   right
His   last   words   were

Judul	:	Alice Cooper - Crazy Little Child
Artist	:	Alice Cooper
Genre	:	Rock
Language	:	English