Johnny Ryall Lyrics - Paul's Boutique - Beastie Boys

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 the 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' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny 

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 and he's always phoneless 

Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box 

He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks 

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 

Go upstate and 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 

He lives in the street but he's no bum 

A rockabilly star from the days of old 

He used to have teeth all filled with gold 

A platinum voice but only gold records 

On the bass was Boots, on the drums was Checkers 

Louis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar 

Johnny Ryall 

Who do you think you are 

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall 

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 

Bottle after bottle he'll always need more 

He's no less important than you working class stiffs 

Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss 

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 

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall