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!
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