"Hey Ladies" by Beastie Boys

Hey, ladies in the place
I'm calling out to ya
There never was a
City kid truer and bluer
Theres more to me
Than you'll ever know
And I 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 a bib
Wheeling and dealing
I make a little bit of stealing
Ill 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
I'm talking to the girl
Telling her I'm all knowing
She's talking to the kid
To the who, to the kid
I'm telling here every lie
That you know that I never did

Hey ladies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, ladies

Well, me in the corner
With a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers
Said, 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
Making 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 gotta go
For that messing around
You be listening to my records
A number one sound

Just 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, tune 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
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey ladies

Everybody 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 gonna
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 insane
You blew yourself up in
The back of the six train
Take my advice at any price
A gorilla like your
Mother is mighty weak
Sucking 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
Walking high and mighty
Like she's number one
She thinks she's the passionate one

Hey ladies, get funky