Beatsie Beatsie Boys doing live while their fans hop
Putting some flames to the games they play non-stop
They keep their bodies movin' to the broad day light
Every kid in this world thinks they're alright


I feel hypnotic and robotic and I can't stop it
There's no sense in this rhyme and I don't want you to prop it
But if you would I would beg you to stop it
After finishing this shit I'll stuck it into my pocket
Like a piece of butter spreaded onto a sandwich with cheese
Every thought in my head involves Beasties
So I should watch over my thoughts before my head explodes
Entering my mind requires secret codes
Well I've been the winner at Boggle and I didn't use the word goggle
But I got 5 points when I used the word snuggle
Fools won't dis this though I didn't write this in vain
The first time I heard this song I went insane


Beatsie Beatsie Boys doing live while their fans hop
Putting some flames to the games they play non-stop
They keep their bodies movin' to the broad day light
Every kid in this world thinks they're alright


Time travels fast when a Beastie-track goes by
Though too fast on my account cause I can't say bye-bye
I could deny, till I die, though it's a massive lie
That the Beasties' music doesn't make me feel fly
Record by record and track by track
I can't rap with a Beastie-song cause my voice starts to crack
Shakin' my head when I put on my headphones
Beastie Boys fill my room with some ecstatic tones
So I can't tell you what I need to make my obsession go away
"I love Beastie Boys" is what I want to scream all day
It starts with track one then moves towards number two
I wonder why on Earth I'm explaining this to you
We are all mixed up by the Beastie Boys
When I got into their music I stopped playing with toys
Every time a Beastie-record is on I have nice life
I love their nasty songs like Mike D loves his wife


Beatsie Beatsie Boys doing live while their fans hop
Putting some flames to the games they play non-stop
They keep their bodies movin' to the broad day light
Every kid in this world thinks they're alright


I'm caught in my room when Beastie Boys take over my brain
While writing this piece of shit I don't feel very sane
But this is how it goes when Beastie-tracks run through my veins
To stop me from obsessing you must remove my brains
Well I'm a Beastie-fan with a very big B
I listen to their songs with the utmost glee
I'll be like, Beastie Boys are kickin' ass
If only I could get their backstage pass
I'm jumping out of joy until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys inside my stereos, they go on and on
I feel totally brainless whenever the Beasties rhyme
So don't try to talk me out of it cause you know you're wasting your time
Don't disturb my Beastie-session with your therapy session-talk
You say that I'm fucked-up, I say: "Why don't you take a walk?"
I might be a little weird and my screws might be loose
But when the Beasties entered my mind, you know it was for me to choose


Beatsie Beatsie Boys doing live while their fans hop
Putting some flames to the games they play non-stop
They keep their bodies movin' to the broad day light
Every kid in this world thinks they're alright