[Intro]
The presumptuousness of the, uh, songwriter is that he feels that he can pick on anybody and write about anybody
I'm no exception
No, but this is not a picking song, it's just about someone
Uh, it's called song "Song for Bob Dylan"
[Verse 1]
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words and truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
[Chorus]
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
Well, she scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
The presumptuousness of the, uh, songwriter is that he feels that he can pick on anybody and write about anybody
I'm no exception
No, but this is not a picking song, it's just about someone
Uh, it's called song "Song for Bob Dylan"
[Verse 1]
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words and truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
[Chorus]
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
Well, she scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
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