Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
by Bob Dylan

I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spotted some land
I yelled for Captain Arab, I'll have you understand
Who can running to the deck, said, "Boys, forget the whale
We're going over yonder, cut the engines, change to sails,"
Haul on the bowline," we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea

"I think I'll call it, 'America'," I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab, he started writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort and start buying the place with beads,"
Just then, this cop comes down the street, crazy as a loon
He throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons

Ah me, I busted out, don't even ask me how
I went to get some help, I walked by a Geurnsey cow
Who directed me down to the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around sayin', "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line, sayin', "I hope that I'm not late,"
When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight

I went into a restaurant, looking for the cook
I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waiter, he was handsome, he wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said, "Could you please make that crepe?"
Just then, the whole kitchen exploded from boilin' fat
Food was flyin' everywhere, I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy, but I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab and all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley, when up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house, I went but she had a friend
Who knocked me out and robbed my boots and I was on the street again

Well, I rapped up on a house with the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out? I got some friends down the way,"
The man says, "Get outta here, I'll tear you limb from limb,"
I said, "They refused Jesus too." He said, "You're not him
Get out of here before I break your bones, I ain't your pop,"
I decided to have him arrested and I went lookin' for a cop

I ran right outside, I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door, this Englishman said, "Fab!"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor, and the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends were all in jail with a sigh
He gave me his card, he said, "Call me if you die,"
I shook his hand and said, "Goodbye," and ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringin', it just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said, "Hello," this foot came through the line

Well, by this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab
At bringing back any help for my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin, like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to sail
So I hocked my sailor suit and got a coin to flip
It came up tails, it rhymed with "sails", so I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took the parking ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds, when this coast guard boat went past
They asked me my name, and I said, "Captain Kidd,"
They believed me but they wanted to know what exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke, I was employed
They let me go right away, they were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab, he was stuck on the whale
He was married to the deputy sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was when I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships sailin', they were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was and how come he didn't drive a truck
His said his name was Columbus, and I just said, "Good luck"
Lyrics submitted by Emmet.