Kids today, they're all the same
All call themselves some crazy name
Yeah, mods and rockers and Beatle freaks
Punks and skunks and kooks and geeks
You're looking in the mirror but you can't see your face
looking in the mirror but you can't see your face

All those drugs, they can't be sane
All that noise affects their brains
Yeah, smoking pot, sniffing glue
Whatever terrible things they do
Smoking LSD and such
Must be the reason why they can't talk much

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And it's such a crime how they waste their time
They can't get nowhere, they've all gone beat crazy

They say the world is in a mess
But they can't talk the way they dress
See the knee through the hole in the jeans
Hole in the pocket and they look so mean ?Hole in the T-shirt, what's that you say?
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

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And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
Yeah! 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 ya, in a basement cellar filled with smoke
Laughing at the latest joke
Doing the latest dance to do
The frug and the shimmy and the Suzy Q

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