[Intro]
We'll do a song then about revolution
A song of what's been true of all revolutions
From the beginning, the French, the American
This is a fictional song, a cinematic song
You've got to picture this mansion
On the top of a hill, housing the last of the idle rich
The last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers
As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by the Ringing of Revolution
All the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton
And all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin
As a matter of fact, this song is so cinematic
That it's been made into a movie directed by Otto Preminger
It stars Senator Carl Hayden as Ho Chi Minh
Frank Sinatra plays Fidel Castro
Ronald Reagan plays George Murphy
John Wayne plays Lyndon Johnson
And Lyndon Johnson plays God
I play Bobby Dylan, a young Bobby Dylan
[Verse 1]
In a building of gold, with riches untold
Lived the families on which the country was founded
And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles
Were there, for they also were hounded
And the soft middle class crowded into the last
For the building was fully surrounded
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution
We'll do a song then about revolution
A song of what's been true of all revolutions
From the beginning, the French, the American
This is a fictional song, a cinematic song
You've got to picture this mansion
On the top of a hill, housing the last of the idle rich
The last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers
As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by the Ringing of Revolution
All the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton
And all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin
As a matter of fact, this song is so cinematic
That it's been made into a movie directed by Otto Preminger
It stars Senator Carl Hayden as Ho Chi Minh
Frank Sinatra plays Fidel Castro
Ronald Reagan plays George Murphy
John Wayne plays Lyndon Johnson
And Lyndon Johnson plays God
I play Bobby Dylan, a young Bobby Dylan
[Verse 1]
In a building of gold, with riches untold
Lived the families on which the country was founded
And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles
Were there, for they also were hounded
And the soft middle class crowded into the last
For the building was fully surrounded
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution
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