Bob Dylan wrote a song but he wasn't satisfied
'Cause he couldn't fix it right no matter how he tried
There were some clever words and even some wisdom
But he knew it wasn't good enough for a Bob Dylan song
Then one night he dreamed of a
Hurricane, lightning, thunder and heavy rain
The whole world was washed to the sea, only Israel remained
So in his dream he flew to Israel and he said "what the hell?
Who's in charge in here, is the end of the world now near?"
Then suddenly Bob Dylan woke up in
His bed still with no song in his head
Got up and lit a small cigar, the sun was shining on his guitar
Then Bob Dylan wrote a song but still he wasn't satisfied
'Cause he couldn't fix it right no matter how he tried
