Loudon Wainwright Iii
Talking New Bob Dylan

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


Mirror lyrics:

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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