I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.
Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.
If you won't leave me, I'll find someone who will.
My father was a boxer, though. So, I have a particular interest in Ray Mancini, I think.
Dylan doesn't have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.
I mean, I haven't been completely lacking in some enjoyment of Chuck Berry or Buddy Holly. But I just didn't pay attention to that period of music, obviously.