King Of New York Fun Lovin' Criminals

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Frankie 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, an' said
"I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul"
He's losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip
If you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip
He wasn't okie-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 doing some time up in Sing Sing
Flipped one fine Summer afternoon
He told his brother Pauli, "something had to be done soon"
He took Pauli and a couple of boys
And decked the Coupe de Ville to Illinois

[Hook]
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, the King of New York!