Текст песни: Song for Robert Zimmerman + перевод

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

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

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

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

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

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