Beastie Boys - An Open Letter To NYC (Edited)

I can't think of nothing to say
I can't think nothing to say
But I am a drunk that way
You think you got it all right
So I am nothing to say
Pick up the drama and pitch it all away

Ah yeah
Brand new
Ya Ya Ya Yawn
Ya Ya Ya Yawn

What happened to my dream of fame
I can't think nothing to say
I can't problem nothing to say