Beastie Boys의 상위 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Beastie Boys
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Adam Horovitz
송라이터
Adam Yauch
송라이터
Matt Dike
송라이터
John King
송라이터
Linda Shider
작곡가
Garry Marshall Shider
작곡가
Barbarella Bishop
작곡가
Larry Troutman
작곡가
Michael Diamond
송라이터
Mike Simpson
송라이터
Roger Troutman
작곡가
Ron Ford
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Beastie Boys
프로듀서
The Dust Brothers
프로듀서
Mario Caldato Jr
엔지니어
Allan Abrahamson
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
가사
(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've got more hits 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-knowin'
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, 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
Then 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
Just step, step to the rhythm, step, step to the ride
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
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 one 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
Writer(s): Barbarella Bishop, John Robert King, Michael Louis Diamond, Linda Shider, Adam Horovitz, Ronald Ford, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Garry Marshall Shider, Matt Dike, Roger Troutman, Michael S. Simpson, Larry Troutman
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