Bob Dylans 115th Dream
I was riding on the mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for captain arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea
I think Ill call it america
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, lets set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Dont even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, ban the bums
I jumped right into line
Sayin, I hope that Im not late
When I realized I hadnt eaten
For five days straight
I went into a restaurant
Lookin for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
Could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat
Now, I didnt mean to be nosy
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song performed by Bob Dylan
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