Lucas and I have been singing this one together on the way into preschool:
Some sample lyrics:
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine. . .
He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived–
Slept between me and my wife in bed.
Oh, the roof leaked in the kitchen.
Never mentioned my collection of his albums.
I never bothered him with intrusive questions. . .
Seriously–it’s a great listen. I find myself suddenly breaking out with ardently articulated lines from the song:
Go thrift store shopping for vintage electronics!
