Hey Cohen, if the sergeant-at-arms bucks (as he should), whatcha gonna do?
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues (1965) Bob Dylan--
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same
Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost
I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough