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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antônio Carlos Jobim
Antônio Carlos Jobim
Composer
Stephen Borgovini
Stephen Borgovini
Composer
Vinicius de Moraes
Vinicius de Moraes
Composer
Brian Fast Leiser
Brian Fast Leiser
Songwriter
Huey Morgan
Huey Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Producer

Lyrics

Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on The wanna be the gangster The wanna be the dapper don, Don John on the wall, I said, "I'm your biggest fan" "Next to my little brother Paul" He's losin' his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip And you talk to his brother he said, "He always planned this trip" He wasn't oky dokie running around like Don Quixote Tryin' 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, yea He had J.G. on his pinky ring and he Lied about some doin' some time up in sing sing Flipped one fine summer afternoon He told his brother Paulie, somethin' 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 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 He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club Two sticks of dynamite and thirty eight snub He went to see the don, without an invitation And stood outside the gate with his three man demonstration Waving picket signs, and the C.O. saw a nine And only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind And 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 How he was breakin' John out and how he couldn't cope I said, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach" The King of New York The King of New York I said, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach" The King of New York The King of New York I said, "I never fly coach, never save the roach" The King of New York 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 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 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 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 The King of New York The King of New York The King of New York (Yeah) The King, the King, the King of New York The King of New York Now, the King of New York King, the King of New York King, the King of New York King, King, the King of New York
Writer(s): Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Steve Borgovini, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius De Moraes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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