He kinda struts when he walks
He st .. st .. stutters when he talks
But the girls don't seem to care
They'll follow him anywhere

He say, 'hey, how are you'
They say 'oh my God'
He say 'whatcha wanna do' {whatcha wanna do}
They say 'any damned thing that you wanna do'
'Don't matter to me, it's up to you'

He's a boy with a beat
There's nothing he can do about it
{boy with a beat} He's lucky that way
{boy with a beat} He say oh, oh, oh
Boy with a b..b..b..beat

He's got a black leather jacket and his old blue jeans
He's got the back beat
He's got the ways and the means
He's got no money, honey
But the girls don't care
They'll follow him anywhere

He's a boy with a beat
There's nothing he can do about it
{boy with a beat} That's why he's always smilin'
{boy with a beat} He say oh, oh, oh
Boy with a b..b..b..beat

Well there's so many women
And there's so little time
It's gonna drive the poor boy crazy
'Cause they're waiting in line
Waitin' in line

He's a boy with a beat
Oh, oh, oh ....

He kinda struts when he walks
He st .. st .. stutters .. st .. stutters when he talks
But the girls don't seem to care
They follow him anywhere

Doncha know

He's a boy with a beat
There's nothing he can do about it
{boy with a beat} He's lucky that way
{boy with a beat} He say oh, oh, oh
Boy with a b..b..b..beat

He's a boy with a beat
He's a boy with a beat
That's why he's always smilin'
{boy with a beat} He say oh, oh, oh
Boy with a b..b..b..beat

He's a boy with a beat ...



Lyrics By: Ra McGuire, Music By: Brian Smith

Copyright: Smith/McGuire © 1989 WEA (Great Pacific)