I See Ginsberg in my mind,
Wax Lyrical, bottle of cheap wine,
Sitting under lightning tree,
Heavy lids, berating me,

Coz no one shouts their lines in prose,
The only line goes up the nose,
I sure am bummed, Bereft of Love,
Y'dig it man, d'ya feel that stuff.

Wooo, I can disappear
Wooo, I fear

I'm a 21st Century Beatnik, baby
The man with the golden eyes,
I'm a 21st century beatnik, baby
Can you dig my surprise

But I think I owe something to Kerouak
I stole the heart from you, sorry Jack
N' I got romance, and I got wine,
You got no cool take some of mine.

I'm a 21st Century Beatnik, baby
The man with the golden eyes,
I'm a 21st century beatnik, baby
Can you dig my surprise