Paul Revere
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

Now here's a little story I've got to tellAbout three bad brothers you know so wellIt started way back in historyWith Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D.Been had a little horsy named Paul RevereJust me and my horsy and a quart of beerRiding across the land, kicking up sandSheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demandOne lonely Beastie I beAll by myself without nobodyThe sun is beating down on my baseball hatThe air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flatLookin' for a girl I ran into a guyHis name is M.C.A., I said, Howdy he said, HiHe told a little story that sounded well rehearsedFour days on the run and that he's dying of thirstThe brew was in my hand and he was on my tipHis voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sipHe said, Can I get some?I said, You can't get none!Had a chance to runHe pulled out his shotgunHe was quick on the draw I thought I'd be deadHe put the gun to my head and this is what he said,Now my name is M.C.A. I've got a license to killI think you know what time it is it's time to get illNow what do we have here an outlaw and his beerI run this land, you understand I make myself clear.We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grinYou think this story's over but it's ready to beginNow I got the gun you got the brewYou got two choices of what you can doIt's not a tough decision as you can seeI can blow you away or you can ride with me I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the borderThe sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughterI did it like this, I did it like thatI did it with a whiffleball batSo I'm on the run the cop's got my gunAnd right about now it's time to have some funThe King Adrock that is my nameAnd I know the fly spot where they got the champagne.We rode for six hours then we hit the spotThe beat was a bumping and the girlies was hotThis dude was staring like he knows who we areWe took the empty spot next to him at the barM.C.A. said, Yo, you know this kid?I said, I didn't. but I know he didThe kid said, Get ready cause this ain't funnyMy name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money.Pulled out the jammy aimed it at the skyHe yelled, Stick 'em up! and let two flyHands went up and people hit the floorHe wasted two kids that ran for the doorI'm Mike D. and I get respectYour cash and your jewelry is what I expectM.C.A. was with it and he's my aceSo I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the faceThe piano player's out the music stoppedHis boy had beef and he got droppedMike D. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the goldI grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.