TO ALL THE GIRLS..
YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys   LYRICS:Adam Yauch
RELEASES:Paul's Boutique
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Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls
To all the French girls
To all the Oriental girls
Chinese
Japanese
To all the Swiss girls
To the Italian women
To the upper east side Mombiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the top-less dancers
Australian
And Brazilian
To the southern belles
To the Porte Rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around the world


SHAKE YOUR RUMP
YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Paul's Boutique, Hey Ladies (s), Hip-Hop Sampler (pr), Sampler (pr), Sampler II (pr), The Sounds of Science
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Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio stayin' up all night
So like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA "hu-huh" I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose man
I'm on time homie... that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point

"It's the joint"

Mike D yea with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ's he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I'm In a
Lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango
I got the "peg leg" at the end of my stump-a

"Shake your rump-a"

A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll
A full clout

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip na skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
*Whoohaa Got Them All In Check"
Running from the law the press and the parents
"Is your name Michael Diamond?"
No mine's Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump

"Shake your rump-a"

Agh-oooooo....


JOHNNY RYALL
YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Paul's Boutique
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"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three four"
Oh Wine Cooler

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand me down food and the hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Well..
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Kickin' uptown Kickin' downtown Kickin' crosstown
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies
He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Well You go upstate and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from um in Tennessee
He lives in the street but he's no bum no
He's a rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
He got a platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots and on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall
"Who do you think you are"

Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Takin' the night train Takin' the O.E.
Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall

"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three four"
"One two three.."

Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
Man bottle after bottle he always needs more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
He drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
He paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
"That's right y'all his name is"
Johnny - Kick it

Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall Johnny Rya..

Check the cooled wax


EGG MAN
YEAR:1989   MUSIC:Beastie Boys/John King/Michael Simpson/Matt Dike   LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Paul's Boutique
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Agh yea...
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
Ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair
Launched that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check correct with my egg gun
The egg a symbol of life
Go inside your house and bust out your wife
I pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke
The trigger I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash
Left my man standing with an egg moustache
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
When I say dozen you know what I'm talking about boy

Yea that's right I'm the Egg Man Driving around
King of the town "Yea"
Always got my windows rolled down
Ready to throw
You know I'm the Egg Man

Once upon a time
"Egg Man.."

Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall then he broke his leg
Tossed it out the window three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman he said "bloodclot"
Which came first the chicken or the egg
I egged the chicken and then I ate his leg
Riding the trains in between cars
When I pull out the station "you're gonna get yours"
Drive by eggings plaguing L.A.
"Yo they just got my little cousin ese"
Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny Ray
Comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy
People laugh, it's no joke
My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke
"Now they got me in a cell" but I don't care
It was then that I caught catching people out there

Up on the roof In my car up all night
I'm going through science like Dolemite
The Mack Who
I'm the Egg Man, taxi driver
I'm the Egg Man
"Egg Man Egg Man.."

We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back
We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I am down with the program
Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake and judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
Woke up in the morning peculiar feeling
Looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families punk rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe

"Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man
Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man
Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man.."
Egg Man..