Posted on 10/01/2010 10:20:43 PM PDT by pissant
No 0bama, Dylan knows a phoney when he sees one.
I doubt that.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
http://www.rightwingbob.com/weblog/archives/9307
RightWingBob has more info on this posted this week and a link to his previous post about the event.
I liked the Team America vomit scene in response. Nice touch.
Evidently even Obama knows Obama is a phoney.
Ironically enough, Bob was perfectly happy to appear with the lovable idiot Chumlee on “Pawn Stars”.
Hey Obama, you wanted “change” . .
“The times they are a-changin”
Why would you doubt Dylan thinks Obama is a phony?
I saw that. My brother said Mr. Dylan likes to walk around like that. He must be a really nice guy.
Will he "Man Up", admit it, and come out against The Usurper? That is the question, since many of his ballads rest upon looking at reality with unflinching honesty.
RACISM!
Guess what, Pres—ent Dipstick...a lot of Americans don’t want their picture taken with a despicable Muslim, either.
Chumley for president!
Love how The One dehumanizes those gifted highly-enough, and fortunate enough, to be his "entertainment." Spit.
Johnny’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, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles
I hope Chumley is smarter than he acts. He’s funny.
FUBO!!!
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