Once upon a time, there lived a few.

The rebels, the poets, a beacon of hope grew.

Their spirit unchained, they were a revolution.

A symphony of souls, they were the beat generation.

Now here's to a new voice, a thunderous noise on the streets.

Because we, the beat generation are back, roaring on a new beat.

We seek the truth behind society's lies.

With jazz-fueled minds, with visionary eyes.

A chorus of voices, a counter-culture throng.

We dance to the rhythm of a different song.

We question the wrongs, and we challenge the norms.

A war with words, it's a passionate storm.

Their legacy echoes in our hearts today.

Inspiring free spirits along the way.

The beatniks, a flame that still burns,

And in the quest for truth, in us, their spirit returns