High Plains Drifter Lyrics - Paul's Boutique - Beastie Boys

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter 

The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter 

They can't catch me they're never gonna find me 

They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter 

Pulled over to the river, to take a rest 

Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a bullet out of my chest 

Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track 

I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack 

I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my cellular 

She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were 

Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth display 

Check out the odometer and I was on my way 

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best that you can get 

A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette 

Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed 

Don't step to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed 

I'm doing a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes 

Radar detector to tell me where the cops is 

Spend another night at the Motel 6 

It's five dollars extra to get the porno flicks 

And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter 

I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter 

Cash flow gettin' low so I had to pull a job 

I Found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob 

I left the car outside and the engine still revving 

Takin' care of business at 7-eleven 

I went inside to make my withdrawal 

I saw what he had had but I had to take it all 

Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price 

So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice 

'Cause I mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade 

I made my get a way and then I thought that I had it made 

I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former movie star 

Looked in the rear view mirror seen the police car 

Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap 

I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed trap 

Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry 

Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry 

I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night 

I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right 

The cop knocked on my window and said Boy, where's the fire? 

You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire 

"Outta the car longhair!" Your goose is cooked 

Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked 

Making like a DT, driving a grand fury 

Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry 

Every dog has his day mine will be in front of a jury 

High plains drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry 

Read me my rights as if I didn't know this 

Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis 

With his 5 o'clock shadow he smelled of 3 day old beer 

My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?" 

I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car bashing 

I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and Cashing 

I went before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D. 

He said, "You behave or we'll throw away the key" 

Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee 

I took the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB 

I had a good feeling easy come easy go 

I bet on one horse to win and another and so 

And sure enough, that nag came in 

Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win 

And I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger 

Hot wired hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"