Beat Crazy

Ah

Ah

What do you want, blood?

Kids today

They're all the same

All call themselves

Some crazy name, yeah

Monks and rockers and Beatle freaks

Punks and skunks, and kooks and geeks

You're lookin' in a mirror, but you can't see your face, huh

Look in a mirror, but you can't see your face

All those drugs

They can't be sane

All that noise

Affects their brains, tell it!

Sniffin' pot, smokin' 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 talk

The way they dress, yes

See the knee through the hole in their jeans

A hole in their pocket and they looks so mean

Hole in your 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 no 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 dreadlock's 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 the cellar, filled with smoke

Laughing at the latest joke

Doing the latest dance to do

The Frog 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

You're lookin' in a mirror but you can't see your face

Beat crazy

Red star rock and a business shank, and a blue jean bobber, there's a

Beat crazy

Beat crazy