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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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