Talking New Bob Dylan Lyrics - Singles - Loudon Wainwright Iii

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