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Lyrics for 'I Shall Be Free' by 'Bob Dylan'
Well, I Took Me A Woman Late Last Night,
I's Three-fourths Drunk, She Looked Uptight.
She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell,
Took Off Her Wig, Said, "how Do I Smell?"
I Hot-footed It . . . Bare-naked . . .
Out The Window!
Well, Sometimes I Might Get Drunk,
Walk Like A Duck And Stomp Like A Skunk.
Don't Hurt Me None, Don't Hurt My Pride
'cause I Got My Little Lady Right By My Side.
(right There
Proud As Can Be)
I's Out There Paintin' On The Old Woodshed
When A Can A Black Paint It Fell On My Head.
I Went Down To Scrub And Rub
But I Had To Sit In Back Of The Tub.
(cost A Quarter
And I Had To Get Out Quick . . .
Someone Wanted To Come In And Take A Sauna)
Well, My Telephone Rang It Would Not Stop,
It's President Kennedy Callin' Me Up.
He Said, "my Friend, Bob, What Do We Need To Make The Country Grow?"
I Said, "my Friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren."
(put 'em All In The Same Room With Ernest Borgnine!)
Well, I Got A Woman Sleeps On A Cot,
She Yells And Hollers And Squeals A Lot.
Licks My Face And Tickles My Ear,
Bends Me Over And Buys Me Beer.
(she's A Honeymooner
A June Crooner
A Spoon Feeder
And A Natural Leader)
Oh, There Ain't No Use In Me Workin' So Heavy,
I Got A Woman Who Works On The Levee.
Pumping That Water Up To Her Neck,
Every Week She Sends Me A Monthly Check.
(she's A Humdinger
Folk Singer
Dead Ringer
For A Thing-a-muh Jigger)
Late One Day In The Middle Of The Week,
Eyes Were Closed I Was Half Asleep.
I Chased Me A Woman Up The Hill,
Right In The Middle Of An Air Raid Drill.
It Was Little Bo Peep!
(i Jumped A Fallout Shelter
I Jumped A Bean Stalk
I Jumped A Ferris Wheel)
Now, The Man On The Stand He Wants My Vote,
He's A-runnin' For Office On The Ballot Note.
He's Out There Preachin' In Front Of The Steeple,
Tellin' Me He Loves All Kinds-a People.
(he's Eatin' Bagels
He's Eatin' Pizza
He's Eatin' Chitlins
He's Eatin' Bullshit!)
Oh, Set Me Down On A Television Floor,
I'll Flip The Channel To Number Four.
Out Of The Shower Comes A Grown-up Man
With A Bottle Of Hair Oil In His Hand.
(it's That Greasy Kid Stuff.
What I Want To Know, Mr. Football Man, Is
What Do You Do About Willy Mays And Yul Brynner,
Charles De Gaulle
And Robert Louis Stevenson?)
Well, The Funniest Woman I Ever Seen
Was The Great-granddaughter Of Mr. Clean.
She Takes About Fifteen Baths A Day,
Wants Me To Grow A Cigar On My Face.
(she's A Little Bit Heavy!)
Well, Ask Me Why I'm Drunk Alla Time,
It Levels My Head And Eases My Mind.
I Just Walk Along And Stroll And Sing,
I See Better Days And I Do Better Things.
(i Catch Dinosaurs
I Make Love To Elizabeth Taylor . . .
Catch Hell From Richard Burton!)
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