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 Gonna 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 cat -Chorus I: Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it? And the wind.. ..You can blow it, Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King And I'm free as a bird on the wing Roam from town to town, guess I get people down, But I don't care too much about that.. Cos' my gut and my wallet are fat Make a whole lotta dough, but i deserve it though, I got soul and a good heart of gold, So I'll sing about war and the cold -Chorus II: Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it? And the wind.. ..You can blow it, Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King And I'm free as a bird on the wing Well I sings about dreams, and I rhymes it with seems, Cos' 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 disks in a hat.. And when I'm in town go see that -Chorus III: Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it? And the wind.. ..You can blow it, Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King And I'm free as a bird on the wing