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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
Look in a mirror but you can’t see your face
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
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 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 the cellar – filled with smoke
Laughing at the latest joke
Doing the latest dance to do
The Fug and the Sheeny and the Suzi Q
And it’s such a crime
How they waste their time
They can’t get nowhere
They’ve all gone Beat Crazy
Look in a mirror but you can’t see your face
Beat Crazy!
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