Song parody of
Bob Dylan Blues [#]
by Syd Barrett
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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
Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Got God and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. 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, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. 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
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs in a hat.
And when I'm in town go see that.
Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
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
Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Got God and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. 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, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. 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
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs in a hat.
And when I'm in town go see that.
Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
