I can make love to The Beach Boys Love You
Do it again to Heroes and Villains
I can have sex to Joe Tex and who's next

But I can't make love to Bob Dylan

I can be me if it's AC/DC

You got Little Feat? Baby, I'm willin'
I will thrive in the sack
To your Massive Attack

But I can't make love
No, I can't make love to Bob Dylan


Well it's partly his voice
Cause it gives me no choice
But to focus on what he is saying

And it's partly the drone
As he goes on and on
With his lay lady lay lady layin'


I can Bang a Gong to Ride A White Swan
I find T Rex sex the most thrillin'

I can bop till I drop
To the 4 Tops and Cornershop
But I can't make love to Bob Dylan


I will lie on my back for Roberta Flack
Being killed by a song is fulfilling

But I can't get it on
With Blonde upon Blonde
No, I can't make love to Bob Dylan

No, I can't make love to Bob Dylan

Well it's partly his voice

Cause it gives me no choice
But to focus on what he is saying
And it's partly his drone

As he goes on and on
With the tambourine song that he's playin'


Well if it's from Brazil, maybe Gilberto Gil
That's cool, I'll chill to some Gillan
But turn off the iPod

When shuffle hits my God
I'm put off my stroke
By the sound of his Folk

And I can't make love to Bob Dylan
No, I can't make love to Bob Dylan
You know I tried, but I can't make love to Bob Dylan