Song Lyrics

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slipping through his fingers and she's moving out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well, if your world was all black, and then your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, well, my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy 'cause my homey is famous
My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lyin'
Well, suckers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it

Ya explain to a musician
Them knew it, but them can't do it

Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, John Robert King, Matt Dike, Michael Louis Diamond, Michael S. Simpson

The duration of B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Dropping Names is 1:02 minutes and seconds.