Beastie Boys – Johnny Ryall Lyrics

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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
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street, there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand-me-down food, and the 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 and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Well...
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Kickin' uptown, kickin' downtown, kickin' crosstown
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, go upstate and 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 (in Tennessee)
He lives in the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
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
Takin' the night train, takin' the O.E
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

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Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men's Shelter
Wonderbread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for
Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more

He's no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of liquor, but he don't drink piss
He 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

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