What do you want, blood?
Kids today
They're all the same
All call themselves
Some crazy name
Monks and rockers and Beatle freaks
Punks and skunks and kooks and geeks
You're looking in a mirror but you can't see your face
Looking in a mirror but you can't see your face
All those drugs
They can't be sane
All that noise
Affects their brains
Sniffin' pot, smoking glue
Whatever terrible things they do
Smokin' LSD and such
It must be the reason why they can't talk much
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone
Beat crazy
Beat crazy
They say the world
Is in a mess
But they can't talk
The way they dress
See the knee through the hole in their jeans
A hole in their pocket and it looks so mean
Hole in the T-Shirt, what's that you said?
You're about as clever as a hole in the head
Can't get no jobs
Can't get careers
With safety pins
Stuck through their ears
Cut your hair, dye it green
See it shine, with Brylcreem
A little dab'll do ya, a little dab a day
Or rub-a-dub it in a dreadlocks way
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone
Beat crazy
Beat crazy
And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
Damn, beatniks rule
Dropped out of kindergarten
Dropped out of school
Really hot on my bongo drums
Really hot on my bongo drums
So who'll defend
In World War III
Where could we turn
Where would they be
Tell her!
Down in the cellar, filled with smoke
Laughing at the latest joke
Doing the latest dance to do
The Fug and the Shimmy and the Suzie Q
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone
Beat crazy
Beat crazy
Looking in a mirror but you can't see your face
Beat crazy
Beat crazy
Beat crazy
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