The Beat Generation

Some people like to rock. Some people like to roll.
But me, I like to sit around to satisfy my soul.
I like my women short. I like my women tall.
And that's about the only thing I really dig at all.

Dor, spoken: Yeah, wail, man, wail.

I belong to the beat generation.
I don't let anything trouble my mind.
I belong to the beat generation.
And everything's goin' just fine.

Dor, spoken: Weirdsville, yeah!

Some people say I'm lazy and my life's a wreck.
But that stuff doesn't faze me, I get unemployment checks.
I run around in sandals, I never, ever shave.
And that's the way I wanna be when someone digs my grave.

Dor, spoken: What a beat in the White House.

I belong to the beat generation, yeah.
I don't let anything trouble my mind.

Dor, spoken: Sneaky Pete, yeah.

I belong to the beat generation.
When everything's goin' just fine.

Dor, spoken: Back on the road.

I once knew a man who worked from nine to five.
Just to pay his monthly bills was why he stayed alive.

Dor sighs.

So keep your country cottage, your house and lawn so green.
I just want a one-room pad where I can make the scene.

Dor, spoken: So out it's in.

I belong to the beat generation.
I don't let anything trouble my mind.
Like-a, I belong to the beat generation.
And everything's goin' just fine.

Dor, spoken: Oh, oh man, poetry and jazz, yeah.

Tom: I belong to the beat generation.

Dor, spoken: Yeah.

Tom: I don't let anything/Dor: Now that's my story.

Tom: Trouble my mind, hey.

Dor, spoken: Hey, let's split for the coffee house.
/Tom: I belong to the beat generation.

Dor, spoken: Man' we've made this scene long enough.

Tom: Oh yes, just fine.

Fade.

I belong to the beat generation.
I don't let anything.



Credits
Writer(s): Larry John Mcnally
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