got the bob dylan blues
And the bob dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know i just couldnt care less
Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Got god in my gut and all that
Quiet while i make like a cat
Cause i'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause i'm mister dylan the king
And i'm free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town, get to get people down
But i don't 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 i'll sing about war and the cold
Cause i'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause i'm mister dylan the king
And i'm 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 don't give a damn about that!
