From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth   Long murky middle age and final hours long in the tooth   Here's the hundred names of terror, creature you love the least   Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast      He roved up and down through history, spectre with tales to tell   In the darkness when the campfire's dead, to each his private hell   If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast   You can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast      Beastie, beastie, beastie, beastie      If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay   You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist who'll say   "There's nothing I can do for you, everywhere's a danger zone   I'd love to help get rid of it but I've got one of my own"      Beastie, there's a beast upon my shoulder   Beastie, and a fiend upon my back   Beastie, feel his burning breath a-heaving   Beastie, smoke oozing from his stack      And he moves beneath the covers   Beastie, or he lies below the bed   Beastie, he's the beast upon your shoulder   Beastie, and he's the price upon your head      He's the lonely fear of dying and for some of living too   He's your private nightmare pricking, he'd just love to turn the screw   So stand as one defiant, yes and let your voices swell   Stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell      Beastie, there's a beast upon my shoulder   Beastie, and a fiend upon my back   Beastie, feel his burning breath a-heaving   Beastie, smoke oozing from his stack      Beastie, and he moves beneath the covers   Beastie, or he lies below the bed   Beastie, he's the beast upon your shoulder   Beastie, and he's the price upon your head   Look out, look out