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Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song
Today is your birthday if I'm not wrong
If I'm not mistaken, you're 50 today
How are you doin', Bob? What do you say?
Well, it musta been about '62
I heard you on record, you were brand new
And some had some doubts about the way you sang
But the truth came through and loudly it rang
Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch Miller
And Johnny Mathis put together
So I got some boots, a harmonica rack
A D-21, and I was on the right track
But I didn't start writing until '68
It was too damn daunting, you were too great
I won a whole lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though, huh
Yeah, times were a changin', you brought it all home
'Blonde On Blonde', 'Like A Rolling Stone'
The real world is crazy, you were deranged
And when you went electric, Bob, everything changed
A shock to the system
Had a commission at her motorcycle wreck
Holed up in Woodstock with a broken neck
And the labels were signin' up guys with guitars
Out to make millions, lookin' for stars
Well, I figured it was time to make my move
Songs from the West Chester County Delta country
Yeah, I got a deal and so did John Prine
Steve Forbert and Springsteen, all in a line
They were lookin' for you, signin' up others
We were new Bob Dylans, your dumb ass kid brothers
Well, we still get together every week at Bruce's house
Why, he's got quite a spread I tell ya, it's a twelve step program
Yeah, but we were just us and of course you were you
And "John Wesley Harding" sure sounded new
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was even newer
'Blood On the Tracks' an' the ringin' got truer
Let's see, there was another one in there somewhere[Incomprehensible]
Oh, I got it, I got it, "Self Portrait"
Well, it was an interesting effort
Yeah, had to stop listening, times were too tough
Me bein' the new me was hard enough
You keep right on changin' like you always do
An' what's best is the old stuff still all sounds new
Yeah, today is your birthday, have a great one, Bob
Bein' the new you is one hell of a job
My kid cranked up her boom box to almost grown
When I heard you screamin' from her room
"Everybody must get stoned", thanks a lot, Bob
Happy birthday, Bob
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Happy birthday, Bob
"Everybody must get stoned", thanks a lot, Bob
When I heard you screamin' from her room
My kid cranked up her boom box to almost grown
Bein' the new you is one hell of a job
Yeah, today is your birthday, have a great one, Bob
An' what's best is the old stuff still all sounds new
You keep right on changin' like you always do
Me bein' the new me was hard enough
Yeah, had to stop listening, times were too tough
Well, it was an interesting effort
Oh, I got it, I got it, "Self Portrait"
Let's see, there was another one in there somewhere[Incomprehensible]
'Blood On the Tracks' an' the ringin' got truer
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was even newer
And "John Wesley Harding" sure sounded new
Yeah, but we were just us and of course you were you
Why, he's got quite a spread I tell ya, it's a twelve step program
Well, we still get together every week at Bruce's house
We were new Bob Dylans, your dumb ass kid brothers
They were lookin' for you, signin' up others
Steve Forbert and Springsteen, all in a line
Yeah, I got a deal and so did John Prine
Songs from the West Chester County Delta country
Well, I figured it was time to make my move
Out to make millions, lookin' for stars
And the labels were signin' up guys with guitars
Holed up in Woodstock with a broken neck
Had a commission at her motorcycle wreck
A shock to the system
And when you went electric, Bob, everything changed
The real world is crazy, you were deranged
'Blonde On Blonde', 'Like A Rolling Stone'
Yeah, times were a changin', you brought it all home
I won a whole lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though, huh
It was too damn daunting, you were too great
But I didn't start writing until '68
A D-21, and I was on the right track
So I got some boots, a harmonica rack
And Johnny Mathis put together
Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch Miller
But the truth came through and loudly it rang
And some had some doubts about the way you sang
I heard you on record, you were brand new
Well, it musta been about '62
How are you doin', Bob? What do you say?
If I'm not mistaken, you're 50 today
Today is your birthday if I'm not wrong
Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song
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