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Bob Dylan The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan I Shall Be Free Well, i took me a woman late last night, I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight. She took off her wheel, took off her bell, Took off her wig, said, "how do i smell?" I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . . Out the window! Well, sometimes i might get drunk, Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk. Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride 'cause i got my little lady right by my side. (right there Proud as can be) I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can a black paint it fell on my head. I went down to scrub and rub But i had to sit in back of the tub. (cost a quarter And i had to get out quick . . . Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna) Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, It's president kennedy callin' me up. He said, "my friend, bob, what do we need to make the country grow?" I said, "my friend, john, brigitte bardot, Anita ekberg, sophia loren." (put 'em all in the same room with ernest borgnine!) Well, i got a woman sleeps on a cot, She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. Licks my face and tickles my ear, Bends me over and buys me beer. (she's a honeymooner A june crooner A spoon feeder And a natural leader) Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy, I got a woman who works on the levee. Pumping that water up to her neck, Every week she sends me a monthly check. (she's a humdinger Folk singer Dead ringer For a thing-a-muh jigger) Late one day in the middle of the week, Eyes were closed i was half asleep. I chased me a woman up the hill, Right in the middle of an air raid drill. It was little bo peep! (i jumped a fallout shelter I jumped a bean stalk I jumped a ferris wheel) Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple, Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people. (he's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins He's eatin' bullshit!) Oh, set me down on a television floor, I'll flip the channel to number four. Out of the shower comes a grown-up man With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. (it's that greasy kid stuff. What i want to know, mr. football man, is What do you do about willy mays and yul brynner, Charles de gaulle And robert louis stevenson?) Well, the funniest woman i ever seen Was the great-granddaughter of mr. clean. She takes about fifteen baths a day, Wants me to grow a cigar on my face. (she's a little bit heavy!) Well, ask me why i'm drunk alla time, It levels my head and eases my mind. I just walk along and stroll and sing, I see better days and i do better things. (i catch dinosaurs I make love to elizabeth taylor . . . Catch hell from richard burton!) |
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