Dylanomics
Dylanomics
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants.
Something is happening but you don’t know what it is.
Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they’ll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in.
Everybody gives something back
For something they get.
Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.
One day the ax just fell.
Well, it’s up in the mornin’ tryin’ to find a job of work.
Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you go a lot o’ money you can make yourself merry,
If you only got a nickel, it’s the Staten Island Ferry.
And it’s hard times in the city,
Livin’ down in New York town.
Money doesn’t talk, it swears.
You just want to be on the side that’s winning.
He hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin,
If you’re having a good time.
Then he fines you
Every time you slam the door.”
You’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, you know, lots of people complainin’ that there is no work
I say, “Why you say that for
When nothin’ you got is U.S.–made?”
They don’t make nothin’ here no more
You know, capitalism is above the law
It say, “It don’t count ’less it sells”
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else.
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to make a buck.
The National Bank at a profit sells road maps to the soul.
When all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?
All the money you’ve made will never buy back your soul.
Ain’t it hard to stumble, and land in some muddy lagoon?
It’s the property of Jesus.
I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.”
Well, I’m hittin’ it too hard
My stones won’t take
I get up in the mornin’
But it’s too early to wake
First it’s hello, goodbye
Then push and then crash
But we’re all gonna make it
At that million dollar bash.
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