The boy blew up a green balloon,
Pretended it was autumn’s moon,
Stretched it like some wry baboon,
Then smushed it back to norm;
C’mon settle on a form,
Prolatus or oblate!
Gravity’s a simple twist of fate.
—A Simple Twist of Fate
If you should see me nodding off
Come halfway through this song,
You’ll know that I’ve done wrong,
And I have sung too long,
A virgin in a thong,
Is holding out my bong,
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I think I will get high now.
—Mr. Tambourine Man
Oh, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s thatch no more.
How many bottles of beer are on the wall?
And what if you take one down?
Take that one down and pass it around.
Oh, what is the point of it all?
—Blowing in the Wind
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Damn it, I said out.
What’s with the inquisition?
All the other kids get to stay out late.
Stop ruining my life, you fascist bastard.
I hate you.
—A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
It’s Friday, Friday!
Belafonte’s fish says,
Gotta get down on Friday!
Botticelli’s second cousin whistling.
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend!
—Unfinished song written while
staying with the Black family after
motorcycle accident (very rare)