Just Like Bob Dylan

parodies

To the tune of Just Like A Woman by Bob Dylan.

Liner notesI honestly think this was directed at me rather than anyone else. There was someone else at St Andrews who did a lot of Dylan, but he was pretty good.

Don't you feel any shame?
You're up there playing Dylan songs again
Wearing scabby clothes
Singing through your nose
Not quite sure how any lyric goes
Harmonica clamped to your jaw

You're impolite, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're right-handed, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're trite, just like Bob Dylan
But you're shite just like Andrea Corr

Nobody claps but your friends
When your harp solo finally ends
The harmonica's in D
Y'all play guitar in E
Your voice wavers wildly in-between those keys
You're making my ears sore

You're impolite, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're right-handed, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're trite, just like Bob Dylan
But you're shite just like Andrea Corr

I was caught in a squall while on a pub crawl so I came in here
Your nasal drawl's false, it appals, gives me pain in here
I ain't stayin' in here, ain't it clear

That I wish you would quit
'Til you've learned to play guitar a little bit
Your fingers are all thumbs
So your notes are largely bums
I'd like you to be drowned out by some drums
You're too loud to ignore

You're impolite, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're right-handed, just like Bob Dylan (yes you are)
And you're trite, just like Bob Dylan
But you're shite just like Andrea Corr