Paulie ran like hell, car-jacked my momma's Pontiac
Dropped it off at the house and he was sorry and he'd bring it back
I'm going to major league, I'm fighting a heart attack
But that was that, an hour out to hackensackRunnin', Kosciusko to the L I E
Traffic out the ass as far as the eye could see
Flip on the radio
'Tony Ben BC, three men shot tryin' to free Gotti'The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyoneHe heard they moved the Don out west somewhere like Oregon
Long live the king runnin' the marathon
He drifted back to 'Days' at the 'Pop du Gun
Where the Goombas held the guards and did the pissing onAnd now they ain't no mob just some criminal collective
Since Rudy and the right got his ass re-elected
We esteem too easy, obtain too cheap
And we talk a lotta shit from the back fuckin' seatThe view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyoneThe view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyone
The view belongs to everyoneLong live the king, but who will wear his crown
They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground
Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
Can you get down, get down?Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground
Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
Can you get down, can you get down?Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground
Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
Can you get down, can you get down?
Long live the king
Songwriters
Stephen Byron Borgovini; Leiser Brian A; Morgan Hugh TPublished by
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