作词 : Beastie Boys, Caldato, Fite ... 作曲 : Steve Hill/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Mario Caldato Jr./Adam Yauch/Wendell Fite Is finger lickin', finger lickin' good job? Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh 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 talkin' no ******** So many damn people are so damn full of it Keyboard money mark you know he's not havin' it Just give him some money and he'll build you a cabinet I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off Mike D's out back and he's growin' onions I've got bigger buds than my man Paul Bunyon's I've been goin' nuts gettin' all cooped up Fully hermitizin' but now I'm gettin' souped up It's time to turn on a brand new chapter Settin' my sights and you know what I'm afterI'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 You see I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Mike D? Huh? What you got for me? Show these good people what it means to be DWell 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 million ideas that I ain't even rocked I've got the light bulb flashin' on 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 MoocherGot every type of flavor that will suit 'ya You know the bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that See I snare on the funky chair and the taste of high hat Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good job? Yo, Yauch what's up? Mike D. what's up? Come on Yauch, well let's tear it up I'd like to catch a groove like a flash in the dark I'll grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park' Cuz I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue Yeah, I'd be switchin' 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 thinkin' 'bout beats And gettin' on the mic and bustin' some treats And sportin' the crazy funky threads that you never ever seen before What I'm lackin' from mackin' I can find at the thrift store I won't scuff nor scuffle just grin as I walk byTake time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly Down some Papaya down with the revolution Always wear my goggles 'cuz there's so much pollution I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke and the SpankGotta 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 goin' back to New York city I do believe I've had enough"
作词 : Beastie Boys, Caldato, Fite ... 作曲 : Steve Hill/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Mario Caldato Jr./Adam Yauch/Wendell Fite Is finger lickin', finger lickin' good job? Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh 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 talkin' no ******** So many damn people are so damn full of it Keyboard money mark you know he's not havin' it Just give him some money and he'll build you a cabinet I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off Mike D's out back and he's growin' onions I've got bigger buds than my man Paul Bunyon's I've been goin' nuts gettin' all cooped up Fully hermitizin' but now I'm gettin' souped up It's time to turn on a brand new chapter Settin' my sights and you know what I'm afterI'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 You see I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Look at, look at, uh, huh Mike D? Huh? What you got for me? Show these good people what it means to be DWell 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 million ideas that I ain't even rocked I've got the light bulb flashin' on 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 MoocherGot every type of flavor that will suit 'ya You know the bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that See I snare on the funky chair and the taste of high hat Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good job? Yo, Yauch what's up? Mike D. what's up? Come on Yauch, well let's tear it up I'd like to catch a groove like a flash in the dark I'll grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park' Cuz I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue Yeah, I'd be switchin' 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 thinkin' 'bout beats And gettin' on the mic and bustin' some treats And sportin' the crazy funky threads that you never ever seen before What I'm lackin' from mackin' I can find at the thrift store I won't scuff nor scuffle just grin as I walk byTake time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly Down some Papaya down with the revolution Always wear my goggles 'cuz there's so much pollution I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke and the SpankGotta 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 goin' back to New York city I do believe I've had enough"
