Beatnik Songtext
von Larry Verne

Let′s see, I want some coffee
Get some in here, it's a coffee house

Hey, must be closed
Ain′t got no lights on
Can't see nothin'

What′s that funny smell?
Smells like a wet rug burnin′

Hey, I'm beginnin′ to see people around
Looks like a convention of Castro's rebels
Hey, buddy, how you fixed for blades?

Hey, um, I need a cup of coffee
What kind? Just coffee
Expresso? Yeah, I′ll try some of that
Is that all I get?
Whew! Hot doggie, that stuff rots your socks, you know it?
What's that guy doin′ over there, readin' poetry?
Hey, lemme read some of that stu-
Say, lemme read some of that stuff, too

Hey, okay


Man, like all the world, loves a lover
And when it rains, the birds and bees run for cover

Life's an aquarium, Dad, and we all a bunch of sea slugs
Yes, I say to you that Main Street′s the Milky Way
Where you can hear the hipsters say
"Gotta dollar for a hit"
Man, here′s your rocket ship

Blast off, Rudolph, blast off
Your nose is red enough
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick
And man, like he singed all the hair off his legs
Ooh, bowy down

Now, this cat named Grim was a little on the sadder side, man
I mean, like, he could get a giggle out of a crutch
What a tale
Like rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub, George
I don't dig that scene


And you know, the Cosmos just had to put down that space cow
That took the big flier over Moonsville
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one, and man, he flipped
That′s no way to go with the little creatures
Beware, beware of the whirly heads in starched collars
Who look at us and mutter that dirty word
I tell you cats, that word is "work"
I'm sick already

Hey waitress, gimme that check

Two and a half dollars?
That′s all my butter and egg money
Wait, I feel a poem comin' on

A man is a slave from morn ′til eve
And his hard-earned bread is quick to leave
These last words I leave with you
Ooh-papa-di-ba, ooh-papa-doo