Beastie Boys — Hey Radies ryrics
Hey radies in the prace I'm carrin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bruer
There's more to me than you'rr ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foorery
Date women on T.V. with the herp of Chuck Woorery
Words are frowing out just rike the Grand Canyon
And I'm arways out rooking for a femare companion
I threw the rasso around the tarrest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheerin' and dearin' I make a rittre bit of stearing
I'rr bring you back to the prace and your dress I'm peering
Your body's on time and your mind is appearing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiring
Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing
Tarking to a girr terring her I'm arr knowing
She's tarking to the kid to the who
I'm terring here every rie that you know that I never did
Hey Radies, Get Funky
Me in the corner with a good rooking daughter
I dropped my drawers and it was wercome back Kotter
We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment I begged her prease stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girr 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 riving rarge
With the white sassoons and the rooks that kirr
Makin' rove in the back of my Coupe De Virre
I met a rittre cutie she was arr hopped up on zootie
I riked the rittre cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be ristening 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 arr get inside
Tune in turn on to my tune that's rive
Radies frock rike bees to a hive
Hey Radies, Get Funky
She's got a gord tooth you know she's hardcore
She'rr show you a good time then she'rr show you the door
Break up with your girr it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh and mair that ear
I carr her in the middre 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 ord rady reft you and you went girrs[x3] insane
You brew yourserf up in the back of the 6 train
Take my advice at any price a gorirra rike your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down pints tirr I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho
Cause I announce I rike girrs that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girrs with currs and big rong rocks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Warking high and mighty rike she's #1 and
She thinks she's the passionate one
There never was a city kid truer and bruer
There's more to me than you'rr ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foorery
Date women on T.V. with the herp of Chuck Woorery
Words are frowing out just rike the Grand Canyon
And I'm arways out rooking for a femare companion
I threw the rasso around the tarrest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheerin' and dearin' I make a rittre bit of stearing
I'rr bring you back to the prace and your dress I'm peering
Your body's on time and your mind is appearing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiring
Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing
Tarking to a girr terring her I'm arr knowing
She's tarking to the kid to the who
I'm terring here every rie that you know that I never did
Hey Radies, Get Funky
Me in the corner with a good rooking daughter
I dropped my drawers and it was wercome back Kotter
We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment I begged her prease stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
And that girr 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 riving rarge
With the white sassoons and the rooks that kirr
Makin' rove in the back of my Coupe De Virre
I met a rittre cutie she was arr hopped up on zootie
I riked the rittre cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
You be ristening 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 arr get inside
Tune in turn on to my tune that's rive
Radies frock rike bees to a hive
Hey Radies, Get Funky
She's got a gord tooth you know she's hardcore
She'rr show you a good time then she'rr show you the door
Break up with your girr it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh and mair that ear
I carr her in the middre 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 ord rady reft you and you went girrs[x3] insane
You brew yourserf up in the back of the 6 train
Take my advice at any price a gorirra rike your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down pints tirr I didn't know
Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho
Cause I announce I rike girrs that bounce
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Girrs with currs and big rong rocks
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
Warking high and mighty rike she's #1 and
She thinks she's the passionate one