Got the bob dylan blues
And the bob dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hairs in a mess

But you know I just couldnt care less

Gonna write me a song bout whats right and whats wrong
Got God in my gut and all that

Quiet while I make like a cat

Cause Im a poet, dontcha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause Im mister dylan the king
And Im free as a bird on the wing

Roam from town to town, get to get people down
But I dont care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

Make a whole lot of dough but I deserve it though
I got soul and a good heart of gold
So Ill sing about war and the cold

Cause Im a poet, dontcha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause Im mister dylan the king
And Im free as a bird on the wing

Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means

That I can prophesy all kinds of things

But I dont give a damn about that!

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