Skipping class, ****** off his ***, Never showed and never passed Teacher was teachin' it But Dylan never needed it, Writ to his own beat And now he's free wheelin' it On down the road A heavy moss laden load Sixty-one routes And that stone keeps a-rollin', The times keep a-changin' The river keeps flowin' Rainy day women And legalized growin' Bob cantcha spare, A nickle or rhyme? A solid gold medal, Nobel poet sublime? Sing us a song Jingle jangle along The Luckiest Wilbury In the Wilbury throng Singin' so right It must be wrong Keep doin' your thang You'll never get gonged
My wife's grandpa had a writing class at MSU (Minnesota State University) with Bob Dylan, but Dylan never showed. He turns 80 on Monday (05/24) and I threw this together in his honour.
Except for the Nobel Peace Prize, Which carries a hefty prize money, No other Nobel Prize is given by the rich Norwegians, Presented are the rest by the Swedish, And the Norwegian award just the Nobel Peace Prize. Alfred Nobel had died in the guilt, The guilt of inventing such death.