Lyrics:

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)