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I Am a Beatnik From New Orleans

Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Do. You can’t get my goat, I am one of a few. I’m mellow and fun-loving, and money don’t run me. I had a nap all day yesterday ‘til a quarter until three. Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Day. I am a beatnik from down New Orleans way. I don’t have a penny and I don’t have a dime. You can’t irritate me, being happy ain’t no crime. Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie doll. I am as broke in the summer as I am in the fall. Some fat cat might throw stones, but why do I care? I strut right past that cat with my happy tail in the air.

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Date: 5/31/2022 8:16:00 AM
Wow, someone else who remembers beatniks! Most people think the hippies were the beatniks. We have lived through some colorful times.
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Date: 5/29/2022 8:01:00 PM
Happy-wise, if penny-poor... Doobie, doobie-doo, for sure! Smiles, gw
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2022 3:15:00 AM
I was thinking beatnik and bam here it was!
Date: 5/29/2022 6:21:00 PM
You go, girl!!! I loved the refrain at the beginning of each stanza. Gosh, do I ever remember that!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2022 3:15:00 AM
I do too!

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