Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free No. 10

Im just average, common too

Im just like him, the same as you

Im everybodys brother and son

I aint different from anyone

It aint no use a-talking to me

Its just the same as talking to you.

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day

I figured I was ready for cassius clay

I said "fee, fie, fo, fum, cassius clay, here I come

26, 27, 28, 29, Im gonna make your face look just like mine

Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay youd better run

99, 100, 101, 102, your ma wont even recognize you

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen."

Well, I dont know, but Ive been told

The streets in heaven are lined with gold

I ask you how things could get much worse

If the russians happen to get up there first.

Wowee pretty scary!

Now, Im liberal, but to a degree

I want evrybody to be free

But if you think that Ill let barry goldwater

Move in next door and marry my daughter

You must think Im crazy!

I wouldnt let him do it for all the farms in cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log

And ordered him to do the dog

He wagged his tail and shook his head

And he went and did the cat instead

Hes a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on

Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun

I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist

And my wig-hat was falling in my face

But they wouldnt let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, shes so mean

She sticks my boots in the washing machine

Sticks me with buckshot when Im nude

Puts bubblegum in my food

Shes funny, wants my money, calls me "honey."

Now I gotta friend who spends his life

Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife

Dreams of strangling me with a scarf

When my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Ive got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem

At the sorority sisters home

I got knocked down and my head was swimmin

I wound up with the dean of women

Yippee! Im a poet, and I know it.

Hope I dont blow it.

Im gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange

So I look like a walking mountain range

And Im gonna ride into omaha on a horse

Out to the country club and the golf course.

Carry the new york times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

Now youre probably wondering by now

Just what this song is all about

Whats probably got you baffled more

Is what this thing here is for.

Its nothing

Its something I learned over in england.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free No. 10 Im just average, common too Im just like him, the same as you Im everybodys brother and son I aint different from anyone It aint no use a-talking to me Its just the same as talking to you. I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for cassius clay I said "fee, fie, fo, fum, cassius clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, Im gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay youd better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your ma wont even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen." Well, I dont know, but Ive been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the russians happen to get up there first. Wowee pretty scary! Now, Im liberal, but to a degree I want evrybody to be free But if you think that Ill let barry goldwater Move in next door and marry my daughter You must think Im crazy! I wouldnt let him do it for all the farms in cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the cat instead Hes a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat was falling in my face But they wouldnt let me on the tennis court. I gotta woman, shes so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when Im nude Puts bubblegum in my food Shes funny, wants my money, calls me "honey." Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf. Ive got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sisters home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin I wound up with the dean of women Yippee! Im a poet, and I know it. Hope I dont blow it. Im gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And Im gonna ride into omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course. Carry the new york times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds. Now youre probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about Whats probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for. Its nothing Its something I learned over in england. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Shall Be Free No. 10: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/8359.html Все тексты песен: Bob Dylan » Bob Dylan - Country Pie » Bob Dylan - I Dont Believe You » Bob Dylan - I`ll Keep It with Mine » Bob Dylan - Walkin Down The Line » Bob Dylan - Something There is About You » Bob Dylan - Peggy Day » Bob Dylan - Billy 1 » Bob Dylan - You Angel You » Bob Dylan - Paths of Victory » Bob Dylan - Time Passes Slowly » Bob Dylan - Sugar Baby » Bob Dylan - Down in The Flood » Bob Dylan - Sara » Bob Dylan - Oxford Town » Bob Dylan - One of Us Must Know » Bob Dylan - Katie`s Been Gone » Bob Dylan - Million Dollar Bash » Bob Dylan - Bob Dylans Blues » Bob Dylan - It Ain`t Me Babe » Bob Dylan - Talking New York Рекомендуем скачать: » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беспризорник » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Почтовый поезд » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Ты прости » Хвостенко Алексей - Ностальгическая песня » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - В последний раз » Хвостенко Алексей - Игра на флейте » Хабарова Кира - Старый еврей » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Україна » Художник - Радиошторм » Хромов Юра - ПОЙ, САКСОФОН ! » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Так легко » Хромов Юра - МЫ НЕ ПРОЩАЕМСЯ » Хеля - Найду » Хромов Юра - Я ПРИДУ » Хромов Юра - ТАЕЖНАЯ СКАЗКА » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Средняя школа №7 (А мы любили) » Хромов Юра - СЕСТРА-РАЗЛУКА » Хабарова Кира - На лоскутном одеяле
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