Finger Licken Good Y'all
  Finger Licken, Finger Licken Good Y'all
      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 Wood 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 Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's
  I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up
  Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up
  It's Time To Turn The Page To 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 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 A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked
  I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At 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 Because It's Gotta Be Like That
  A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The 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 Attention Like A Thief In The Park
  'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue
  Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum
  Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite
  My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write
  In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats
  And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats
  And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before
  What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store
  I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By
  Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly
  Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution
  Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution
  I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank
  Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks
  I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff
  I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough