Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Ladies, artist - Beastie Boys.
Date of issue: 24.07.1989
Song language: English
Hey Ladies |
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 Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery |
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery |
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon |
And I’m always out looking 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 my bib |
I’m wheelin’and dealin’I make a little bit of stealing |
I’ll bring you back to the place and your dress I’m peeling |
Your body’s on time and your mind is appealing |
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling |
Some such nonsense is the bass that I’m throwing |
Talking to a girl telling her I’m all knowing |
She’s talking to the kid to the who |
I’m telling here every lie that you know that I never did |
Hey Ladies, Get Funky |
Me in the corner with a good looking daughter |
I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter |
We were cutting up the rug she started cutting 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 nothing but a crab |
Educated no stupid yes |
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 living 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 bootie |
Cause I don’t kinda go for that messin’around |
You be listening to my records’a number one sound |
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 fish to my line |
Hey Ladies, Get Funky |
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 and mail that ear |
I call her in the middle of the night when I’m drinking |
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it’s stinking |
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 girls (x3) insane |
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train |
Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak |
Sucking down pints till I didn’t know |
Woke up in the morning at 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 |
Walking high and mighty like she’s #1 and |
She thinks she’s the passionate one |