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. I run 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.
[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...