Hey Motor Cycle Mama, You Gonna Marry

This Morning Came On To Me, Silver Wings Silhouetted Against The Child's Sunrise.

I Love Dylan. I Only Met Him Once, About Three Years Ago, Back At The Kettle Of Fish On Macdougal Street. That Was Before I Went To England. I Think Both Of Us Were Pretty Drunk At The Time, So He Probably Doesn’t Remember It.

See, That's Nothing But Blues, That's All I'm Singing About. It's Today's Blues.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

All I'm Gonna Do Is Just Go On And Do What I Feel.