Bob Dylan gets mother-fucking ripped off all the time, but he sure won a sweet Noble award. Next Bob is planning to win the Sugar Bowl. He’s still celebrating his birthday and war. His birthday is every day. Just Talkin’ World War III Blues: I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.
And the hits keep coming. I’m editing and imagine owning the rights to the lyrics of one of Bob Dylan’s songs. I wake up next to a female fashion victim and I’m lost. Pass me a bottle of pills, please.
If you have a leftover Bob Dylan CD from 1999 deep in a memento box somewhere, I will pay you $1,000 for it today. The one that sounds like Bob, but isn’t really him. Just one is all I need. Thanks.