Finger Lickin' Good (Government Cheese mix) - Beastie Boys

Finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all

Finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all

Finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all

Finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all

So Mike D what's up? Yo Yauch what's up?

Come on Mike let's tear it up

Hear no evil, see no evi, l 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 you 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 at

I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet

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 a style 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

Finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all

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

I'll be 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"]