Beastie Boys - High plains drifter - 2009 digital remaster lyrics

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter They can't catch me they're 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 a bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check out the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on ca**ette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed I'm doing a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra to get the p**no flicks And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter Cash flow gettin' low so I had to pull a job I Found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left the car outside and the engine still revving Takin' care of business at 7-eleven I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had but I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice 'Cause I mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade I made my get a way and then I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former movie star Looked in the rear view mirror seen the police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help to 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 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 Making like a DT, driving a grand fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog has his day mine will be in front of a jury High plains drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis With his 5 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 I'm phony-paper pa**ing at Nick's Check and Cashing I went before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D He said, "You behave or we'll throw away the key" Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee I took the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and another and so And sure enough, that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"