Lyrics:
One, two, three
The Beastie boys
They are, they comin' home
They comin' home
Oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are they comin' home
One, two, three
The Beastie boys
They are, they comin' home
They comin' home
Oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are they comin' home
They're black, they're brown
they're up, they're down
they're in, they're out
they're all about
they're far, they're near
they're gone, they're here
They look like twins
That was embarrassing
When comes the shaking man
A nation in his eyes
Striped with blood and emblazed tattoo
Streaking cathedral spire
They say
He has no brain
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So
These are the blues
Nothing but blues
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only
hearted lovers
To cry there in their gloom
Be so, they'll be so lonely, baby
They get so lonely
They're so lonely, they could die
Now, the bellhop's
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So
These are the blues
Nothing but blues
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only
Like birds on a high lane
They line up at night time at the bar
They all once were lovebirds
Now bluebirds are all that they are
They landed in
hearted lovers
To cry there in their gloom
Be so, they'll be so lonely, baby
They get so lonely
They're so lonely, they could die
Now, the bellhop's
alone
But at night
In the dark
When the sun goes down
Yes at night
Night is when they
Go to town!
And they dance
And she fells like
Ginger
When I go for a walk
I meet old friends we knew
We sit around and talk
(Yes, we sit and talk)
Oh, then they ask about you
(Then they ask about you)
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
the world
Oh, oh, oh
They don't know, they don't know, they don't know, they don't know about us
They don't know, they don't know, they don't know about
night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long, I'm floating in and out of consciousness
And they sayin' I'm back, I'd agree with that
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
'Cause they fly always
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
A flock of birds
Hovering above
Into smoke I'm turned
And rise
Throw down!
Baby do the throw down!
(x2)
Give the people what they want
When they want
And they wants it all the time
(x4)
Throw down!
Baby
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