Johnny Ryall
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

One, Two, Three, Four...     One, Two, Three, Four...     One, Two, Three, Four...     Oh... wine cooler...     Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop     I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup     He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch     He's even more over than my mayor Ed Koch     Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four     'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more     Living on borrowed time and borrowed money     Sleepin' in the street there ain't a damn thing funny     With the hand me down food and hand me down clothes     A rockabilly past of which nobody knows     Makes his home all over the place     He goes to sleep by falling down on his face     Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless     Sometimes drunk man the kids always phoneless     Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box     Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     Kickin' up town     Kickin' down town     Kickin cross town     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     He drinks where he lies     He's covered with flies     He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes     Well you go upstate you get your head together     Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather     Detox at the flop house no booze allowed     Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd     Memphis is where he's from Um... in Tenneisee     He lives in the street but he's no bum nope...     He's a rockabilly star from the days of old     He used to have teeth all filled with gold     He got a platinum voice but only gold records     On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers     Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar     Johnny Ryall     *Who do you think you are*     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     Checkin' the night train     Checkin' the O.E.     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     One, two, three, four     One, two, three, four     One, two, three, four     One, two, three, four     Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter     Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter     He asks for a dollar you know what it's for     Man bottle after bottle he always need more     He's no less important than you working class stiffs     Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss     He's paid his dues playing the blues     He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes     Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army     *That's right y'all his name is*     Johnny     Kick it...     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     Johnny Ryall     Check the cooled wax...