Come On Now Beatnik Termites

Yeah yeah yeah-yeah yeah

Come on now, come on now
We got no wheels to race
Come on now, come on now
Police are everyplace
Come on now, come on now
We got no skirts to chase

I'm just a junk food guy
Now I am telling you why
I am living at the matinee
I just wanted to sleep and play

Come on now, come on now
The folks are not around
Come on now, come on now
Nagging 'bout the sound
Come on now, come on now
To turn that racket down

I'm just a comic book boy
There's nothing scary to enjoy
Freak admission, stroll inside
I was born on a roller coaster ride, yeah