Kids today they’re all the same
All call themselves some crazy name

Mods 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
Look in a mirror but you can’t see your face

All those drugs they can’t be sane
All that noise afflicts their brains

Sniffing pot and smoking glue
Whatever terrible things they do
Smoking 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

Stick their knee through the holey in the jeans
The hole in their pocket and they look so mean
Hole in they t-shirt what’s that you said
About as glimmer as a hole in the head

Can’t get no jobs can’t get careers
With safety pins stuck through their ears

Cut your head dye it green
See it shine with Brylcreem
A little dab’ll do ya a little dab a day
Or rubber daub 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

Beatniks fools
Dropped out of cleaning got dropped outta school
They’re really hot on the bongo drums
R-r-r-really hot on the bongo drums

So who’ll defend in World War III
Where could we turn where would they be

Down in the cellar filled with smoke
Laughing at the latest joke
Doin’ the latest dance they do
The Frug and the Shimmy 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
Beat Crazy

Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy