Boys Beastie Johnny Ryall Lyrics

Johnny Ryall Lyrics

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



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

Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar

Johnny Ryall

*Who do you think you are*

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