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 A Song
Bout' What's Right And What's Wrong
Bout' God And My God And All That
Quiet While I Make Like A Cat

Chorus:
Cause I'm A Poet
Don't Ya 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
Guess I Get People Down
But I Don't Care Too Much About That
Cause My Gut And My Wallet Are Fat

Make A Whole Lotta Dough
But I Deserve It Though
I've Got Soul And A Good Heart Of Gold
So I'll Sing About War In The Cold

Chorus (see Above):

Well I Sing About Dreams
And I Rhymes It With Seems
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 And A Hat
And When I'm In Town Go See That

Chorus (see Above):