beatnik walking
thompson, richard
hand me down my walking shoes
i'm going thunder rain or shine
to leave the beatnik blues behind
where good things come in threes
ease your troubled mind and shoot the breeze
take the path down to the mill
i'm going to eat till the pot runs dry
anne frank's house and rembrandt's tomb
i'd better make some room
'cause brother vincent's on my mind
life goes on behind the tiles and chintzes
dirty water fit for kings and princes
dutch is not a loving tongue
you say your piece and run
you show you care in other ways
sailors in their sunday best
i've got to lose these blacks and greys
where good things come in threes
soothe your troubled mind and shoot the breeze
hand me down my walking shoes
hand me down my walking shoes
got to leave these beatnik blues behind