King Of New York Lyrics - Come Find Yourself - Fun Lovin Criminals

Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on 

The want to be gangster; 

The want to be dapper Don, Don John on 

The wall, I'm your biggest fan 

Next to my little brother Paul. 

Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip 

If you talk to his brother he says they 

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 he bought the suits 

But the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth 

He had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he 

Lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing 

He 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, "The King of New York" 

He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club 

Two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub 

He tried to see the Don, without an invitation 

Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion 

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 

And then 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 sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, 

The King of New York". 

La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York