(All knowing, ie, Google, indicates 'beat' in this song is life, and that life, just like a rhythm, keeps moving along with all its challenges and does not necessarily stop for anyone.)
The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
Macarena was once the rage, uh huhHistory has turned the page, uh huhThe miniskirt's (once again) the current thing, uh huhGen Z's are our newborn kings, uh huh
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
The grocery store's now inside WalMart, uh huhLittle girls still break their hearts, uh huhAnd men still keep on marching off to hit golf ballsElectronic umps, they now make all the calls
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
Grandmas sit in chairs and do WordleBoys keep chasing girls to see their girdleThe cars now drive themselves aww shucksBums now cry "Hey buddy, have you got five bucks?"
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
And the beat goes on (Yes, the beat goes on)And the beat goes on (And the beat goes on, on, on, on, on...)The beat goes onAnd the beat goes on
(Life, like a river, keeps on moving along. Electricity, credit given to Ben Franklin, works, but too if yaint gotta generator you're left in the dark occasionally.
Speakin' o Ben, he helped pen The Declaration of Independence, was a Governor, Ambassador, headed up the Stamp Department, eventually saying 'screw politics' and opened up a chain of Dime Stores........ La de da de de, la de da de da
Cher married Sonny who'd kept the mophead look of Moe beating on. That lasted 11 years then she la de da de'd to Greg, 4 years. Now single, her golden voice beats on. She looks quite the same, thanks to dyeing her locks and tons and tons of Botox, La de da de de, la de da de da.
The mophead look lives on with Gen Z today, trend being hair in front so long ya can't see their eyes, presumed they can't see out neither, but....but, we hand 'em the car keys (and the phone), tell 'em, "Try to see the USA, take the Chevrolet and get us some milk and bread." La de da de de, look out ahead.
Spin, life (the beat) goes on. Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon, "has anyone seen the damn adapter so I can play this 45?", You put the lime in the coconut, then put your pencil in the cassette hole to wind it all up. HELP!, my 8 tracks snapped and I can't splice it back... La de da de de, la de da de da.
This blog simply cannot go on any longer. Thank goodness cause I'm old and I'm tired.
Life is..... Then it ain't.
Good Lord willing, our beat goes on. Might as well smile, beats the heck outta pee pee in the Cornflakes. La de da de de, la de da de da.
Love, Victurd
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