High Plains drifter
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

 'Cause I'm a high plains drifter     And I'm the drifter     The high plaind drifter     And I'm the drifter     They can't catch me they 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 pulled the bullet out of my chest     Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track     I reached behind the seat to snach a cool one from the pack     A 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 cause you're gonna get mushed, cinaster...     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     And then I...     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's still revvin'     Takin' care of business at 7-Eleven     And then     I went inside to make my withdrawal     I saw all that he had, but I had to take it all     Knucklehead deli 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     Made my getaway and then 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     The 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     Cause I'm a high...     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     High Plains Drifter you know what 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 I'm 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 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 just for show     And sure enough that nag came in     Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win     And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger     Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*