"Now I'm a liberal up to a degree
I want everybody to be free
But if you think I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter,
You must think I'm crazy.
I wouldn't do it for all the farms in Cuba.
From the Album:
Another Side of Bob Dylan
Yep, 1964. ....the year before he jettisoned his lefty past.
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you or classify you
Deny, defy or crucify you
All i really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.
No an' i ain't lookin' to fight with you
Frighten you or uptighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All i really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.
I aint lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up
Analyse you, categorize you
Finalize you or advertise you
All i really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.
I don't want to straightface you
Race or chase you, track or trace you
Or disgrace you or displace you
Or define you or confine you
All I really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.
I don't want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All i really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.
I don't want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you
I aint lookin' for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me
All i really want to do
Is baby be friends with you.