Hey Ladies Lyrics - Paul's Boutique - Beastie Boys

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 

Tom 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 

Threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib 

I took off her moccasins and put on my bib 

Wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing 

I'll bring her 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 up on the ceiling 

Such and such'll be thr bass that I'm throwing 

I'm talking to the girl telling her I'm all-knowing 

She's talking to the kid, kid, to the kid 

I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did 

Hey ladies, get funky 

All the ladies in the house 

The ladies, the ladies 

Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter 

I dropped my drawers, said welcome back Kotter 

We was 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 yep 

And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh 

I'm not James at fifteen 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 

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, 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, girls, girls) 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies 

One more time, ain't it funky now? 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ladies 

(Ain't it funky now?) well, you know that 

She 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 go and mail that ear 

Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking 

Phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking 

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 until I didn't know 

Woke up in the morning with a one-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 

Dance! 

Good god! 

Baby, baby, baby, baby 

Ain't it funky brother? 

Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies 

Hey ladies