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.