Beastie Boys - High Plains Drifter lyrics

'Cause, I'm the high plains drifter
And I'm the drifter
The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
They can’t catch me
They’re never going to find me
They're never gonna know that I'm
The high plains drifter
Pulled over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers
Pulled a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country
Listenin' to my 8 track
I reached behind the seat and snatched
A Kool from the pack
I'm long-distance from my girl
And I'm talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry
And I said, "yeah, the hell you were"
Check the rear view mirror
Check the gold tooth display
Check the odometer, and I was on my way



'Cause, I'm the high plains drifter
The best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I
Feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to me 'cause you
Could be getting mushed
I'm doing 120 plowing over mailboxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to
Get the porno flicks
And then I concoct a black and
Tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac K mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low, so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit
But a better place to rob
I left my car outside and
The engine still revving
Takin' care of business at 7-Eleven
And then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had
But I had to take it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp
Me off the price
So I clocked him on the turban
With a bag of ice
Cause, I'm mo lello like yo lello
Cool like lemonade i made my getaway
And then I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen
A former movie star
Looked in the rear view mirror
Seen the police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was
Caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry
On the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash
But my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red flashing
Deep in the night i got my alibi straight
And I pulled over to the right
The cop knocked on my window and said, "Boy
Where's the fire?"
"You got a mailbox on your bumper
And a bald front tire" "Outta the car
Longhair!" "Your goose is cooked"
Read me my rights, fingerprinted and booked

Making like a DT, driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home
And my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have his day
Mine will be in front of a jury
High plains drifter
You know that I'm never in a hurry
Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis
With his 5 o'clock shadow he smelled
Of 3 day old beer
My man turned to me and said
"Why are you here?"
I said, "I'm charming, I'm dashing
I'm rental-car bashing
I'm phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing"
I went before the judge he sent me
To the Brooklyn house of D
He said, "You behave
Or we'll throw away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs
Kicked the screw in the knee
I took the bailiff's wallet and
Went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go
I bet on one horse to win
And your mother to show
And sure enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window
And collected my win
And then I broke into my new
Car with a wire coat hanger
Hot-wired, hot wheeled and
"Suzy is a headbanger"