Beastie Boys All Sumer Long

It was 2008 My thoughts were long, my hair was gone
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen
And she was in the lane-between
It was summertime in Northern Cal
Pouring Beers from the bowling bag
Talking by ball return
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no spares
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon my ball
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie boys" all summer long
Catching Broklyns from the back side
Watching the pins blow up off the lanes
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd burn in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit the lanes and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange
As when some ones style begins to change
Or how we thought we would never hook
Sometimes I hear that song
And I'll start to sing along
And think man, I'd love to see that bowling lane again
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
MakingFun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favvorit song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie boys " all summer long

The Last Monday of Janurary

It was a while ago now Monday before last
and let me tell you the memory is fading fast,
but there just might be tatters enough to tell the tale
of a night that we bowled, not really that well.
The high score of the night was Redline’s 182,
but not in the game where money was due.
Professor topped out at 147
And we can agree, “that sure ain’t heaven”
Lunch tried to work it with a little wine and dine
But it wasn’t enough, that 179
And that left the Tortoise to get it done
But he fell a little short with a 181
But timing is everything and his was just right
And he took home the money at the end of the night
So let this be a lesson to all of you rollers
It don’t matter the size or the speed of the bowler
So listen up close and put down your tissue
Timing beats skill when money’s the issue

We Came Together

Here come old Tortoise he come throwing it slowly
He got blue bowling ball - he one holy roller
He got hair down on his chins
Got to be a joker as he knocks down those pins
He wear no bowling shirt - he got tendinitis
He got gnawed on finger - he shoot captain and cola
He say "That right there’s the Bee’s Knees"
But one thing I can tell you is you don’t bowl for free
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO
He bag bowling pens he got blue gumboot
He got Ono Jelly D he one Red Line
He got Professor’s feet down below his knee
Hold your Lunch Money you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO
He roller-slower he got last year’s socks
He got Lize n Ize he one spreadsheet filler
He say "One and one and one’s turkey"
She got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard you see
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO