1984

1984, Lying in the grass
First time I ever got some ass
Pop Rock in my mouth, wanna go down south
But the Whopper in my stomach really gave me gas
Listen you crazy motherfucker, let's skip class
I got a fresh pack of Hubba Bubba Berry Blast
I got Money to Kill and ants to burn
Dry car on the wall and a salon perm
Michael Jackson's got a glove, Prince is crying like a dove
And the radio's kicking that song, I need love
I do too, so I hit the pavement with my homeboy Stu
Break out the cardboard, break out the beat box
Take off your new shoes, hop, lock it in socks
Hey Stu, I got the robot down on lock
I got a Cabbage Patch Kid and it's still in the box

Where's the beef? Where, where, where's the beef?
Where the beef at, bitch?
Where's the beef? Where, where, where's the beef?
Who's got beef?

Where's the beef? Motherfucker, it's in your teeth
While your girlfriend's underneath
While you're chewing, I'm pursuing, started screwing that super freak
See, they be super freaky, but I'm super cool
I got a He-Man thumb ring that I rock at school
My Lacoste is clean, I'm fresh and on scene
Got a Rubik's Cube, can't figure out green
I got a Rubik's Cube too, but mine's all black
I just peel off all the stickers and don't put 'em back
Nancy got me feeling antsy, say no to drugs
Mr. Drummond's giving Arnold and Willis more hugs

Where's the beef? Where, where, where's the beef?
Where's the beef? Where, where, where's the beef?

To the left, left, left
Oh, oh, oh
To the right, right, right
Oh, oh, oh
To the left, left, left
Oh, oh, oh
To the right, right, right
Oh, oh, oh
Now everybody
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Are you ready to dance?
DJ, break it down like this