Beastie Boys - Hey Ladies lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Hey Ladies lyrics]
(Hey) Hey ladies in the place
I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I got more hit's than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery
Date women on TV with the
Help of Chuck Woolery
Words flowin' out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out lookin'
For a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one
And dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on the bib
Wheelin' and dealin'
I make a little bit of a stealin'
I'll bring you back to the place
And your dress I'm peelin'
Your body's on time and
Your mind is appealin'
Starin' at the cracks up there
Up on the ceilin' such and such will be the
Bass that I'm throwin'
I'm talking to a girl
Telling her I'm all-knowing
Well, she's talking to the kid
("Who?" to the kid)
I'm telling her every lie that you
Know that I never did
Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies
Well, me in the corner
With a good-lookin' daughter
I dropped my drawers and said
"Welcome back Kotter"
We was cuttin' up the rug
She started cuttin' up the carpet
In my apartment, I begged her please, stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothin' but a crab
Educated: no, stupid: yep
And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James At 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam, and I'm adamant about livin' large
With the white Sassoons and
The looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
I met a little cutie
She was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie
But I kicked her in the booty
Cause, I don't kinda go
For that messin' around
You be listenin' to my records'
A number one sound
Step, step to the rhythm, step
Step to the rhyme
I've got an open mind so why
Don't you all get inside
Tune in, turn on, to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive
Hey ladies, get funky
Hey, hey hey hey ladies girls, girls
Hey, hey hey hey ladies
One more time, ain't it funky now
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ladies
Ain't it funky now (You know that)
She's got a gold tooth
You know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time
Then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent van Gogh, go and mail that ear
I call her in the middle of
The night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp
And it's stinkin' she said come on over
It was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window
'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you, and you went insane
You blew yourself up in the
Back of the 6 Train
Well, take my advice at any price
A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Man suckin' down pints 'til I didn't know
Woke up in the morning with the Won Ton Ho
'Cause, I announce, I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about
A pound per ounce
Girls with curls, and big long locks
And beatnik chicks, just wearing their smocks
Walkin' high and mighty like she's number one
She thinks she's the passionate one
Hey ladies, get funky what's that?
Good god good god, dance
Good god baby, baby, baby, baby
Ain't it funky, brother? He, ha, ha, ha
Hey, hey hey hey ladies hey, hey ladies
I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I got more hit's than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery
Date women on TV with the
Help of Chuck Woolery
Words flowin' out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out lookin'
For a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one
And dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on the bib
Wheelin' and dealin'
I make a little bit of a stealin'
I'll bring you back to the place
And your dress I'm peelin'
Your body's on time and
Your mind is appealin'
Starin' at the cracks up there
Up on the ceilin' such and such will be the
Bass that I'm throwin'
I'm talking to a girl
Telling her I'm all-knowing
Well, she's talking to the kid
("Who?" to the kid)
I'm telling her every lie that you
Know that I never did
Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies
Well, me in the corner
With a good-lookin' daughter
I dropped my drawers and said
"Welcome back Kotter"
We was cuttin' up the rug
She started cuttin' up the carpet
In my apartment, I begged her please, stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothin' but a crab
Educated: no, stupid: yep
And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James At 15 or Chachi in charge
I'm Adam, and I'm adamant about livin' large
With the white Sassoons and
The looks that kill
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
I met a little cutie
She was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie
But I kicked her in the booty
Cause, I don't kinda go
For that messin' around
You be listenin' to my records'
A number one sound
Step, step to the rhythm, step
Step to the rhyme
I've got an open mind so why
Don't you all get inside
Tune in, turn on, to my tune that's live
Ladies flock like bees to a hive
Hey ladies, get funky
Hey, hey hey hey ladies girls, girls
Hey, hey hey hey ladies
One more time, ain't it funky now
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ladies
Ain't it funky now (You know that)
She's got a gold tooth
You know she's hardcore
She'll show you a good time
Then she'll show you the door
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent van Gogh, go and mail that ear
I call her in the middle of
The night when I'm drinkin'
The phone booth on the corner is damp
And it's stinkin' she said come on over
It was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window
'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you, and you went insane
You blew yourself up in the
Back of the 6 Train
Well, take my advice at any price
A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Man suckin' down pints 'til I didn't know
Woke up in the morning with the Won Ton Ho
'Cause, I announce, I like girls that bounce
With the weight that pays about
A pound per ounce
Girls with curls, and big long locks
And beatnik chicks, just wearing their smocks
Walkin' high and mighty like she's number one
She thinks she's the passionate one
Hey ladies, get funky what's that?
Good god good god, dance
Good god baby, baby, baby, baby
Ain't it funky, brother? He, ha, ha, ha
Hey, hey hey hey ladies hey, hey ladies