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The Best… Album in the World… Ever!
Disc 1
01. Paranoid Android
02. Song 2
03. Richard III
04. This Is a Call
05. Novocaine for the Soul
06. North Country Boy
07. Free Me
08. Australia
09. Hey Dude
10. Disco 2000
11. What Do You Want From Me
12. Smile
13. Sun (Leftfield remix)
14. Copper Girl
15. King of New York
16. 6 Underground [Perfecto mix]
17. Home
18. Star
19. Brazen (Weep)
Disc 2
01. Setting Sun
02. Ready to Go
03. Place Your Hands
04. Swallowed
05. Aint That Enougth
06. Made of Stone
07. Lazy
08. If You Really Want to Know
09. Tranquillizer
10. She Makes My Nose Bleed
11. The Last Gas
12. The Battle of Who Should Care Less
13. Strumpet
14. Just Another Illusion
15. Bruise Pristine
16. Punka
17. We Have Explosive
18. Absurb
19. Hermann Loves Pauline
20. On Your Own
21. Staying Out for the Summer
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