Finger Lickin' Good - Beastie Boys

So Mike D What’s Up?

Yo Yauch What’s Up?

Come On Mike Let’s

Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many

Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You

Know He’s Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He’ll Build

You A Cabinet I’m Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It’s

His Girdle That’s Tipping Me Off Mike D’s Out Back And He’s Growing

Onions I’ve Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon’s I’ve Been

Going Nuts Gettin’All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I’m

Getting Souped Up It’s Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New

Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I’m After I’ll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They’ll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here’s Another Special Of The Day

I’ve Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet

Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put

The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound

At Which Many Were Shocked I’ve Got A Million Ideas That I Ain’t

Even Rocked I’ve Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head

Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You’re An Idea Man

Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You’re Bound To Take A Stand

'Cause I’m Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It’s

Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat

Yo Yauch What’s Up?

Mike D What’s Up?

Come On Yauch, Let’s Tear

It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme

Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The

Rhyme’s A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don’t Bite

My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I’ll Be Thinking

'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And

Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You’ve Never Even Seen

Before What I’m Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift

Store I Won’t Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time

To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya

Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There’s

So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank

Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks

I’ll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I’ll Sell All My Stuff

I’m Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I’ve Had Enough