Johnny Ryall Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 
      
     One, Two, Three, Four...
     One, Two, Three, Four...
     One, Two, Three, Four...
     Oh... wine cooler...
     Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
     I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
     He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
     He's even more over than my mayor Ed Koch
     Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
     'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
     Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
     Sleepin' in the street there ain't a damn thing funny
     With the hand me down food and hand me down clothes
     A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
     Makes his home all over the place
     He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
     Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
     Sometimes drunk man the kids always phoneless
     Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
     Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     Kickin' up town
     Kickin' down town
     Kickin cross town
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     He drinks where he lies
     He's covered with flies
     He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
     Well you go upstate you get your head together
     Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
     Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
     Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
     Memphis is where he's from Um... in Tenneisee
     He lives in the street but he's no bum nope...
     He's a rockabilly star from the days of old
     He used to have teeth all filled with gold
     He got a platinum voice but only gold records
     On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers
     Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
     Johnny Ryall
     *Who do you think you are*
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     Checkin' the night train
     Checkin' the O.E.
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     One, two, three, four
     One, two, three, four
     One, two, three, four
     One, two, three, four
     Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
     Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
     He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
     Man bottle after bottle he always need more
     He's no less important than you working class stiffs
     Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
     He's paid his dues playing the blues
     He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
     Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
     *That's right y'all his name is*
     Johnny
     Kick it...
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     Johnny Ryall
     Check the cooled wax...