Lyrics:

Ahhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhh!
What do you want, blood?

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 lookin' in a mirror but you can't see your face, huh!
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

Tell it!
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

Yes!
See the knee through the hole in their jeans
A hole in their pocket and it looks so mean
Hole in your T-shirt
What's that you said?
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, wuh!
Dye it green, wuh!
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, rrrrrrrrrrr
Really hot on my bongo drums

So who'll defend
In World War Three
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 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!

You're lookin' in a mirror but you can't see your face
Drrrrrrrrr, ba ba ba ba
Beat crazy!
Red star rock and a business skank and a blue jean bobber and a
Beat crazy!
Huhhhhh uhhhhh uhhh
Baba baba baba
Beat crazy!