beastie boys – high plains drifter (paul’s boutique – 1989)

prominent sample: the eagles – those shoes

Cause I’m the High Plains Drifter,
(And I’m a drifter)
The High Plains Drifter,
(And I’m a drifter)
They can’t catch me 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 and pulled the bullet out of my chest
“Fear and Loathing” ‘cross the country listening to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack

Long distance from my girl and I’m talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
Check out the odometer and I was on my way

Cause I’m a 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 or you’re gonna get mushed

I’m Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It’s five dollars extra get the porno flicks

Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I’m a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob

I left my car outside and the engine still revvin’
Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
Then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all

A knucklehead from Delhi tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
Cause I’m mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my getaway and I thought that I had it made

I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn’t help but 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

Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where’s the fire
you’ve 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

Makin’ like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang my hat’s my home and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
I’m the High Plains Drifter and I’m never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn’t know this
Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
With his five 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 and dashing I’m rental car bashing
Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
He said you behave son or we’ll throw away the key

Harry Houdini’d out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
Took the bailiff’s wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
I had a good feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one horse to win and another to show

And sure enough that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger

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