Lyrics:
Willoughby walliby wee
An elephant sat on me
Willoughby walliby woo
An elephant sat on you
Willoughbly walliby wusten
An elephant sat on Justin
Excuse me
No problem
Fire hazard
Intervention
Willoughby
Willoughby
Willoughby
Willoughby
Willoughby
Willoughby
Excuse me
No problem
Fire hazard
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
We are gathered here
Today in these majestic
Halls of old to honor
A man they call
Sathington Willoughby.
There's a joke or two,
A pun or three
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
Willoughby Albright
Washes his car at night
Picks things up if they're light
Willoughby Albright
Leans neither left nor right
Does not get into
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome Columbia recording artist Bob Dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory,
We are gathered here today
In the magestic halls of old.
To honor a man they call
Sathington Willoughby.
There's a joke or two,
A pun
that you could be on this dinghy with me
And Willoughby, we'll all be
Like Willoughby, to be like you
Willoughby, we'll all be
Like Willoughby, to be
Known As" artist
Laid out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm
picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely
Want to die
If I ain't dead already
Oh, girl, you
picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely
Want to die
If I ain't dead already
Oh, girl, you
I'm waiting and diversing
I'm collecting...diversing information...
liberation...
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan Is Richt - Bob Dylan Hat Recht (Apropos Bob Dylan Éclat in VIenna on 16th April 2019)
Bob Dylan is right
when demanding respect
for
Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
Teaches history at High Worthington School
His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
He was the owner of the house
In which, together, we all lived
He
John and I are both deeply inspired
By the music of the 1960s
We stand in the shadow of
Timeless and monumental artists like
The Beatles and Stevie
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Dylan Dylan Dylan
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
I want it
I need it
I want it
I need it
I sodomise him
of Age
Black and white TV
With a broken 12-inch screen
Dylan's Highway 61
And Jackie's love machine
I reread your letters and again
I cry great
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely
Want to die
If I ain't dead already
Oh girl you know the reason why
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