King Of New York (Letra)
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King Of New York (Letra)
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
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 (2x)
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". (2x)
"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 (4x)
The king of new york (12x)
King Of New York (Letra)
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’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’
MUSH:
A pair of new shoes with matchin’ laces!
RACETRACK:
A permanent box at Sheepshead races!
SPOT CONLON:
A porcelain tub with boilin’ water!
KID BLINK:
A Saturday night with the mayor’s daughter!
RACETRACK:
Look at me
I’m the king of New York
Suddenly
I’m respectable
Starin’ right at ‘cha
Lousy with stature
JACK:
Nobbin’ with all the muckety-mucks
I’m blowin’ my dough and goin’ deluxe
RACETRACK:
And there I be
Ain’t I pretty?
RACETRACK and JACK:
It’s my city
I’m the king of New York!
BOOTS:
A corduroy suit with fitted knickers
LES:
A mezzanine seat to see the flickers
SNIPESHOOTER:
Havana cigars that cost a quarter
DAVID:
An editor’s desk for the star reporter
NEWSIES:
Tip your hat
He’s the king of New York
DENTON:
How ‘bout that!
I’m the king of New York
NEWSIES:
In nothing flat
He’ll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton
KID BLINK:
Makin’ a headline out of a hunch
DENTON:
Protecting the weak
RACETRACK:
And payin’ for lunch
DENTON:
When I’m at bat
Strong men crumble
RACETRACK:
Proud yet humble
RACETRACK and DENTON:
I’m (He’s) the king of New York
ALL:
I gotta be either dead or dreamin’
‘Cause look at that pape with my face beamin’
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute
Startin’ now
I’m the king of New York
DENTON:
Ain’t ya heard?
I’m the king of New York
ALL:
Holy cow
It’s miracle
Pulitzer’s cryin’
Weasel, he’s dyin’
Flashpots are shootin’ bright as the sun
I’m one highfalutin’ son-of-a-gun
Don’t ask me how
Fortune found me
Fate just crowned me
Now I’m king of New York
Look and see
Once a piker
Now a striker
I’m the king of New York
Victory!
Front page story
Guts and glory
I’m the king of New York!