Lyrics
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
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
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
What a beat in the White House
I belong to the beat generation, yeah
I don't let anything trouble my mind
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
So keep your country cottage, your house and lawn so green
I just want a one-room pad where I can make the scene
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
Oh, oh man, poetry and jazz, yeah
I belong to the beat generation
Yeah
I don't let anything
Now that's my story
Trouble my mind, hey
Hey, let's split for the coffee house
I belong to the beat generation
Man' we've made this scene long enough
Oh yes, just fine
I belong to the beat generation
I don't let anything...
