I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain’t nothing but a thief
But I don’t care at all I was destined to be poor
I was destined to stay in this city
New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras
Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw
All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees
In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte’s
In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen
A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man

When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore

I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex
Cause they said they’d always love ‘em now they’ve gone up and left
And they complain and they whine, and they want ‘em to come back home
I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don’t love you go

Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open
All the good shit happens when they’re closed
You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give ‘em to someone else
So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust
The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once
I don’t wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife
I might’ve been born yesterday, but I’ve been up all night