Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues

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 alleyway Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the pig 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 Phone's tapped anyway Maggie says the men they say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes 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 weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Hangin' bell, hard to tell If anything is gonna sell Try hard, get barred Get back, ride rail Get jailed, jump bail Join the army if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit By losers, cheaters Six-time users Hangin' 'round the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Oh 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 Ya can't afford the scandal Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handle