So Mike D. what's up? Yo Yauch what's up?
Come on Mike let's tear it up
Hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard money mark you know he's not having it
Just give him some money and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is ripping me off
I think it's his girdle that's tipping me off
Mike D's out back and he's growing onions
I've got bigger buds than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting souped up
It's time to turn on a brand new chapter
Setting my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Well Mike D. what you got for me
Show these good people what it means to be D.
Well they call me Mike D. with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked
I've got million ideas that I ain't even rocked
I've got the light bulb flashing on the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor that will suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat 'cause it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin and the taste of high hat
Yo Yauch what's up? Mike D. what's up?
Come on Yauch let's tear it up
I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
Grab a hold of your atten
