Fun Lovin' Criminals King Of New York Lyrics

Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster,
The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall,
I said : I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul.
He losing his grip, man, like Pesci, he'd flip
And you talk to his brother he says he always planned this trip
He wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote,
Trying to free a man he didn't even know B.
He had the roots and he bought the suits
And the boys didn't like him to tell you the truth
Yeah he had "J.G." on his pinky ring
And he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing
Flipped one fine summer afternoon
He told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.
He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois.

La-di da-di, free John Gotti
La-di da-di, la-di
La-di da-di, free John Gotti
The King of New York, man, the King of New York (x 2)

He got a clipper from a stripper,
He met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub
He went see the Don, without an invitation
Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion
They were waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine
And only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind.
Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough
They raided Franky's room that's when they saw his bureau
Upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope,
About how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope.
It said, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, the King of New York" (x 2)
"I never fly coach, never save the roach, the King of New York".

La-di da-di, free John Gotti
La-di da-di, la-di
La-di da-di, free John Gotti
The King of New York, man, the King of New York (x 4)

The King of New York. (x 12)