baby lemonadebike Bob Dylan blues
baby lemonade
In the sad town
Cold iron hands
Clap the party of clowns outside
Rain falls in gray far away
Please, please, Baby LemonadeIn the evening
I'm screaming
Sun going down
When the earth streams in, in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost
Please, please, Baby Lemonade
I met you this way
You're nice to me like ice
In the clock they sent through a washing machine
Come around, make it soon, so alone
Please, please, Baby LemonadeIn the sad town
Cold iron hands
Clap the party of clowns outside
Rain falls in gray far away
Please, please, Baby LemonadeIn the evening
Sun going down
When the earth streams in, in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost
Please, please, Baby Lemonade
bike
I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
I'll give you anything, everything if you want thingsI've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
There's a tear up the front, it's red and black, I've had it for months
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should
I'll give you anything, everything if you want thingsI know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I don't know why, I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want thingsI've got a clan of gingerbread men
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread, man
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things I know a room of musical tunes
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork
Let's go in through the other room and make them work
birdie hop
Birdie hop, he do,
He hop along
A lonely bird upon
A window there, he, he
There he blow
A windy snow, he knew the snow
I know the snow, a hoppy bird
The antelope ride around the parasol
Just to see if he's a man enough
To meet you in the sandpit
On a flying kind of sighing
In a meddlesome way
You know the way
I see the fliesShe's a little kite, the sort you think you might
Like to fly 'er and like a kite
You get to see her every night
You know the wayShe's only paving her way
Birdie hop, he do, he hop along
Hectachrome plane
I see the flies
A lonely bird upon
A window there, he, he,
There he blow, the windy snow,
He know the snow, a hoppy bird
A camel woke up to a polish dawn
Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
He wouldn't like it
Wouldn't have the strength to fight it
I see the fliesI'm the only bird, a little third,
I lost a quarter, had a yearningto be earning just a dollar a day
And in a way you shouldn't like it
Hectachrome plane
I see the flies
Bob Dylan blues
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care less Goin' to write me a song
'Bout what's right and what's wrong
'Bout god and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a catChorus:
'Cause I'm a poetRoam from town to town
Don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Guess I get people down
But I don't care too much about that
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I've got soul and a good heart of gold
So I'll sing about war in the coldChorus:
'Cause I'm a poetWell I sings about dreams
Don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
And I rhymes it with seams
'Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I'm in town go see thatChorus:
'Cause I'm a poet
Don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing