To Bob DylanThe Redgum Songbook (1981)
To Bob Dylan (Verses 1, 2, and 3 - any 3 chords) Hey There Mr Bob Dylan I wrote a song for you For a spokesman of the sixties You're all over now, Bobby Blue... (To the tune of Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts) The festival was over, the stage and the scaffold 'bout to fall. The stereos were quiet, except for some Dylan down the hall. Over in Australia, we paid to hear him sing; He made a lot of money here for blowin' in the wind; Standing in the sixties, living on his lack of art. Then we had to watch your death throes at $12.50 a seat. With the money you made from the records we bought You owed us a concert, you owed us a concert for free. They hailed you as a genius, a poet of our time. So thanks very much for your lyrical crutch And your three chords, three chords in hobbled time. (To the tune of The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest) Well we hope you understand Mr Zimmerman, That we need some songs of our own. We'd like to hear something about something we know, As well as your hollowed moans. So please don't be angry, it's just our foolish pride; Sometimes a nation must be alone And this is no place to die.... |