Lyrics:
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
For Susanna with the starlight eyes,
That shone every time she looked at me.
Darlin' I can't tell you any more lies,
I could've drowned in the deep
me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Like two sweet peas in an even sweeter pod
Fishes swimming in the sea
But they ain't swimming with me
I'm vibing out here on my own
Like I wanted to be
But now the ocean getting old
Like my
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 couldn't care less
Goin' to write me
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
Space cat flying through the galaxy
Gliding the stars on my ski
The shooting stars that fly by me
Lost in time, living is easy
I am the space Bob
up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out
(written by Bob Dylan)
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even If you don't know by now
An it ain't no use to sit and wonder why
Babe it
(Bob Dylan)
It's been raining in my mouth all day
Dripping down to my clothes
My patience it is wearing thin
Got a fire inside my nose
Searching for
"you can be the new mist me, me, me
Ain't it true that's what you want to be, yesiree bob
And I'll be somewhere sunny where it's funny and it's free
the brothers on the
Pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but randy he
Held tight when a black man in a
Suit and tie stepped out
on the
Pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but randy he
Held tight when a black man in a
Suit and tie stepped out into the light
He
Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody
man!
They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach
You know he helped me with microphones, and recording,
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!
So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
in the alley
Way hey hey hey bully in the alley
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in shinbone al
I found by self out under three oh
Wey
some kind of slob
He taught me how to eat, a bottle of beets
And Billy Bob showed me how to walk in the park the other day
Without Billy Bob, I wouldn't
kids dead in the
Street all before twenty Over me
The most important thing to man: money
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause
You're still in love
Cause i'm still in love
You're still tryna waste my time
And i'm still tryna keep my grind
She be going crazy taking Dylan by
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
Wallace, David Foster Wallace
One day I fell asleep with my headphones on
Playing Bob Dylan, Playing Bob Dyaln
One day I fell asleep with my face in a book
he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them
First emergency, doctors
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