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):