City Kids

Music & Lyrics by Garland Jeffreys

 From the album American Boy & Girl (1979)

Well I’m walkin’ down the walkin’ street

And I’m only 13 years old

I could be black and I could be white

But for sure I’m young and bold

‘Round about midnight and all that jazz

You can hear it on my radio

No mystery no razz-a-ma-tazz

I got no place to go

On the Boulevard of Crime

Stealin’ for a dime

Better tell ya’ just what I did

On the avenue of thieves

Delinquents and reprieves

Orphans and the City Kids

Better tell ya’ just what I did

For a thrill I killed a cab driver

Better tell ‘ya just what I did

For a laugh I raped an old survivor

Better tell ya’ just what I did

Beat a girl, yes I really hurt her

Better tell ya’ just what I did

Beat the rap for first degree murder

On the Boulevard of Crime

Stealin’ for a dime

Better tell ya’ just what I did

On the avenue of thieves

Delinquents and reprieves

Orphans and the City Kids

Uncle Nat was listenin’ to that old music on the Hi-Fi

Lester Young and Louis Armstrong and everybody sittin’ ’round gettin’ high

Shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope

Shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope

Shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope

Shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope

Shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope, shootin’ dope

‘Long the Boulevard of Crime

Stealin’ for a dime

Better tell ya’ just what I did

The avenue of thieves

Delinquents and reprieves

Orphans and the City Kids

City Kids

Copyright 1979 Garland Jeffreys Music, Inc. – ASCAP