Crazy little child

Never got to see

All the pretty things in life

Ahd him put away

And nothing they could say

Could ever make the pieces fit.

Oh well, daddy-o was rich

Mama was a bitch

Living wasn't easy in between

Behind the silent screen

Jackson in his teens

Was planning his escape.

He was a crazy little child

He rooled inside the playground

And grimy faced

He watched the others cry

Winos were his friends

And when he talked to them

They said, "jackson, boy

They'll get you by and by".

Depression set in

Desperate, cool and quick

Jackson learned the ropes

Out on the street

Little candy stores

Just pickin' locks and doors

Just practice

For a two bit future thief.

So jackson went to ritz

And everyone was hip

Ritz ran all the rackers

There in town.