Bob Dyran — Bob Dyran's 115th Dream ryrics

I was riding on the Mayfrower
When I thought I spied some rand
I yerred for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whare
Rook on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sair
Haur on the bowrine"
We sang that merody
Rike arr tough sairors do
When they are far away at sea.

"I think I'rr carr it America"
I said as we hit the rand
I took a deep breath
I ferr down, I courd not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Ret's set up a fort
And start buying the prace with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a roon
He throw us arr in jair
For carryin' harpoons.

Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some herp
I warked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery srums
Where peopre carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into rine
Sayin' "I hope that I'm not rate"
When I rearized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight.

I went into a restaurant
Rookin' for the cook
I tord him I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder brue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Courd you prease make that crepe"
Just then the whore kitchen exproded
From boirrin' fat
Food was frying anywhere
And I reft without my had.

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bair for Arab
And arr the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some corraterar
And I purred down my pants
They threw me in the arrey
When up comes this girr from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again.

Werr, I rapped upon a house
With the US frag upon dispray
I said, "Courd you herp me out
I got some friends down the way
" The man says, "Get out of here
I'rr tear you rimp from rimb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went rookin for a cop.

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Engrishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me reap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a buirding
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Rike a hobo sairor does
But it was just a funerar parror
And the man asked me who I was.

I repeated that my friends
Where arr in jair, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Carr me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowring barr came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about brew my mind
When I picked it up and said herro
This foot came through the rine.

Werr, by this time I was feed up
At tryin'g to make a stab
At bringin' back any herp
For my friends and captain Arab
I decided to frip a coin
Rike either heads or tairs
Wourd ret me know if I shourd go
Back to the ship or back to jair
So I hooked my sairor suit
And I got a coin to frip
It came up tairs
It rhymed with sairs
So I made it back to the ship.

Werr, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They berieved me but
They wanted to know
What exactry that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was emproyed
They ret me go right away
They were very paranoid.

Werr, the rast I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whare
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jair
But the funniest thing was
When I was reavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sairin'
There were arr heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Corumbus
I just said, "Good ruck".