Alice Cooper Crazy Little Child HQ with Lyrics in Description

Track 4 from their seventh and final album “Muscle of Love“ released in late 1973 copyright Warner Bros. Records. It was recorded at Sunset Sound in Hollywood, the Record Plant in NYC and the Cooper Mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut. The band described the album as a return to their basic rock ’n’ roll roots without a lot of the theatrical aspects that had defined their career to that point. Although he is credited on the album to preserve the band’s image, Glen Buxton wasn’t invited to the recording sessions as he was battling substance abuse issues, so session guitarists were brought in to cover for him. Bob Ezrin, who had produced their last four albums and made them superstars was also not involved in the making of this one. The story goes that Michael Bruce wasn’t happy with Ezrin’s suggestion of a different arrangement for the song “Woman Machine“ and refused to agree to the change. Ezrin left the project and was replaced by his mentor Jack Richardson, who brought in Jack Douglas to co-produce. Without Ezrin at the helm, they were unable to repeat the success of “Billion Dollar Babies“ released the year before, which was a masterpiece and their biggest-selling album. “Man with the Golden Gun“ was written for the James Bond movie of the same name but was submitted for consideration a day late, so the movie producers chose another song by Lulu, which was completely on the other end of the musical spectrum. The band took a break after recording this one and according to some members, just never got back together. Alice Cooper himself began a successful solo career. The other band members formed a band called Billion Dollar Babies and released one album which fell flat. They would reunite with Alice for a live performance shortly after Glen Buxton’s death in 1997 and several other times and the remaining members are all on good terms with each other. This album received average reviews and reached No. 36 in Australia, No. 13 in Finland and No. 10 in the U.S. It achieved Gold status within two weeks. Written by Alice Cooper & Michael Bruce and produced by Jack Richardson & Jack Douglas. RIP Glen Buxton, Ronnie Spector, June Pointer, Anita Pointer & Bonnie Pointer. Featuring: Alice Cooper – Lead vocals & harmonica Glen Buxton – Lead & rhythm guitars Michael Bruce – Rhythm guitars & background vocals Dennis Dunaway – Bass & background vocals Neal Smith – Drums, percussion & background vocals Special Guests: Mick Mashbir - Lead & rhythm guitars Dick Wagner - Lead & rhythm guitars Bob Dolin - Keyboards & background vocals Paul Prestopino - Banjo Dave Libert - Background vocals Dolly Parton - Background vocals Stu Daye - Background vocals Dennis Ferrante - Background vocals Joe Gannon - Background vocals The Big Cheese - Background vocals Liza Minelli - Background vocals Labelle - Background vocals Ronnie Spector - Background vocals The Pointer Sisters - Background vocals Crazy little child never got to see All the pretty things in life Had him put away, nothin’ 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 his silent scream, Jackson in his teens Was plannin’ his escape He was a crazy little child, New Orleans alley playground Grimy faced he watched the hookers cry Oh, winos were his friends and when he talked to them They said, “Jackson, boy, they’ll get you by and by“ Depression settin’ in desperate, 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 everyone was hip Ritz ran all the rackets there in town If you need another boy, a trigger or a blade Well, I’m the slickest cat around And 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“ He was a crazy little child, New Orleans alley playground And grimy faced he watched the hookers cry, ooh Winos were his friends and when he talked to them They said, “Jackson, boy, they’ll get you by and by“ that’s right 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 unsuspectin’ guys And they left poor Jackson inside Questions there were few, in fact there were none When those Sheriff bullets start to fly lay dyin’ 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, nothin’ 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 I must admit the winos were right