If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.
Bob DylanIt goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.
Bob DylanI gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.
Bob Dylan