Get out guitar, it’s time to strum
You’re Bob Dylan, the only one
Gonna write a song, gonna politics too
Tryna make a difference, to spread some truth
Drivin’ around town in a luxury car
An American icon and a lyrical star
Got a buncha kids, but a father to plenty
A musical dad, with albums, so many

I won’t try to predict what the Bob will do
Put on a shirt, play a song, go for walks outside, eat some food?
Days come, days will go but the Dylan stays
Written tons of songs even some you’d recognize by name

Lift your hands for Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan, Dylan

Get out harmonica, it’s time to blow
People at the concert want a Bob Dylan show
They paid for tickets, Bob Dylan on marquee
All the fans wanna rock, to varying degrees
Come on stage, lift up a fist
A bunch of people scream “we’re so glad you exist!”
Strum the same chord for 20 minutes of time
Nobody gives a shit, 'cause they’re all on cloud nine
I won’t try to predict what the Bob will do
Wear a hat, fade to black when the show is done, read the news
Days come, days will go but the Dylan stays
His music is available in myriad formats today

Hey, it’s like I’m in another world
Bob Dylan reaches every boy, every girl
Voice of an angel, lips that twist and curl
Nobel prize winner in literature, 2016

Clap your hands for Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan, Dylan

Bobby Dylan, Bobby Dylan
He’s Bobby Dylan, Bobby Dylan
Bobby Dylan, Bobby Dylan
He’s Bobby Dylan, he’s ready for another tour

Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
B-B-Bob, Bob, Bob Dylan, Dylan