No Sleep Till Brooklyn by The Beastie Boys

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time City to city, I’m running my rhymes On location, touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger, but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I’m illing and able Ain’t no faking, your money I’m taking Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking While you’re at the job working nine-to-five The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kicking it live