Lyrics:
[Tom:]
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.

[Dor, spoken:] Yeah, wail, man, wail.

[Tom:]
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.

[Dor, spoken:] Weirdsville, yeah!

[Tom:]
Some people say I'm lazy and my life's a wreck.
But that stuff doesn't faze me, I get unemployment checks. [bad word] around in sandals, I never, ever shave.
And that's the way I wanna be when someone digs my grave.

[Dor, spoken:] What a beat in the White House.

[Tom:]
I belong to the beat generation, yeah.
I don't let anything trouble my mind.

[Dor, spoken:] Sneaky Pete, yeah.

[Tom:]
I belong to the beat generation.
When everything's goin' just fine.

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[Dor, spoken:] Back on the road.

[Tom:]
I once knew a man who worked from nine to five.
Just to pay his monthly bills was why he stayed alive.

[Dor sighs.]

[Tom:]
So keep your country cottage, your house and lawn so green.
I just want a one-room pad where I can make the scene.

[Dor, spoken:] So out it's in.

[Tom:]
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.

[Dor, spoken:] Oh, oh man, poetry and jazz, yeah.

[Tom:] I belong to the beat generation.

[Dor, spoken:] Yeah.

[Tom:] I don't let anything/ [Dor:] Now that's my story.

[Tom:] Trouble my mind, hey.

[Dor, spoken:] Hey, let's split for the coffee house.
/ [Tom:] I belong to the beat generation.

[Dor, spoken:] Man' we've made this scene long enough.

[Tom:] Oh yes, just fine.

[Fade.]

[Tom:]
I belong to the beat generation.
I don't let anything...