Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.