Song for Robert Zimmerman

[Verse 1]
I hear old ladies whispering when they pass me on the street
"He looks like young Robert Zimmerman in 1963"
Well, sure I got a head full of hair and a harp around my neck
But I'll tell you folks, I heard the joke
And the punchline ain't no good

[Verse 2]
Well I don't know from war
'Cept from drugs and on TV
And I saw the bastard's son cry out his eyes in misery
Well, I wouldn't know the boy if he lived in my own neighbourhood
Well, I tell you folks, I heard the joke
The punchline ain't no good

[Verse 3]
And I'll tell you what the problem is with all these kids today
And you send 'em off to college, college masturbate the brain
Test 'em by the handful, sell theories as the truth
Well, I'll tell you folks, it's one long joke
The punchline ain't no good

[Verse 4]
Well living in a boomtown has some drawbacks, for sure
Have you smelled the public restrooms in the Pike Place market square?
Have you tried to pitch a tent or two in your own neighbourhood?
I'm just kidding folks - only jokes
The punchline's pretty good

[Verse 5]
Do you know your neighbour, or your farmer, or your kids?
Or the one who sews the stitches in your clothes and in your wrist?
Do you know yourself, or do you hide from him too?
Well I tell you folks, it ain't no joke
The punchline's up to you