There once was a fellow named Bob
Who made pretty sounds with his gob
He gave old fashioned folk
One hell of a poke
And turned out the best at his job.
John Moynes
Pic: Getty
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There once was a fellow named Bob
Who made pretty sounds with his gob
He gave old fashioned folk
One hell of a poke
And turned out the best at his job.
John Moynes
Pic: Getty
When there’s no more poets you chose musicians.
When there’s no more musicians you choose rapers.
it’s spelled “rapist”
My bad
Heya Tipper Gore
Dylan himself would have been proud!