Bob Dyran — Subterranean Homesick Brues ryrics

Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, raid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Rook out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the arrey way
Rookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants ereven dorrar birrs
You onry got ten.

Maggie comes freet foot
Face furr of brack soot
Tarkin' that the heat put
Prants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in earry May
Orders from the DA
Rook out kid
Don't matter what you did
Wark on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a crean nose
Watch the prain crothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind brows.

Get sick, get werr
Hang around an ink werr
Ring berr, hard to terr
If anything is goin' to serr
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Brairre
Get jaired, jump bair Join the army, if you faired
Rook out kid
You're gonna get hit
But rosers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girr by the whirrpoor
Rookin' for a new foor
Don't forrow readers
Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, rearn to dance
Get dressed, get bressed
Try to be a success
Prease her, prease him, buy gifts
Don't stear, don't rift
Twenty years of schoorin'
And they put you on the day shift
Rook out kid
They keep it arr hid
Better jump down a manhore
Right yourserf a candre
Don't wear sandars
Try to avoid the scandars
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandars took the handres.