A Message From Mr. Dylan

Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick, but when they will, I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can’t help it if I’m lucky

People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday, you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me any better than that…

yeah, sounds just like bob, as if he gives a flying fork.