Lyrics:
We're the Beastie Boys, not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox, fresh out the box
The crowd is so live, they're coming in flocks
And when we go on,
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
I've got ten pieces
In hand
If I could have a millionairess
With a whole flock of banks
I would just whisper, "Thanks"
I'd rather lead a band
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 (girls,
a flock
Ah, yes, rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well, I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic, check it
I'm cutting up the beats from the bear, I
forevermore
Because of Christmas day
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
Them see a bright new shining star
Them hear a choir sing
The music
on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
While shepherds kept their watching
For silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Until the shepherd leads his flock away
the universe love you today
'Cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away
A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate
If it's necessary
Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' the way of livin' right, yes
Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin', tonight", yes
Up jumped Aunt Hagar
days are coming by and by
Things get rough, your friends get few
Don't you cry, don't you cry
Change your flock, we'll come for you
We'll get high,
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 (girls,
the steeple
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school
And now all the houses are rare antiquities
American tourists flock to see the village
the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see
up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like ? come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up,
them quite a thrill the way they flock to her door
She throws those come-hither glances at every Tom, Dick and Joe
When offered some liquid refreshment
the one I need
I leaned against a bark of birch
And I breathed the honey dew
I saw a North-bound flock of geese
Against a sky of baby blue
Beside
Love's always been my game
Play it as I may
I was born that way
Can't help it
Men flock around me
Like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn
their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
the one I need
I leaned against a bark of birch
And I breathed the honey dew
I saw a North-bound flock of geese
Against a sky of baby blue
Beside
Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God's angels did appear,
Which put the shepherds in great
flock of sheep in line
He made a virus that would kill off all the swine
His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
Demands devotion
flock of sheep in line
He made a virus that would kill off all the swine
His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
Demands devotion
be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)
You f- think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and tell me what
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