Like a Rolling Stone

[Spoken:]

There's only one song that I know that's heavier than that...in my book. 

And that's a Bob Dylan tune. It's so heavy, I can't do it straight.

I hope Bob's doin' okay now. I think he is. Did he get better?

Well, once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all just kiddin' you

Well, you used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

But now you don't talk so loud

And now, now you don't seem so proud about

Having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

Like a rolling stone?

Well, you've gone to the finest schools, all right, Miss Lonely,

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street

Now you're gonna have to get used to it

Well, you say you never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He is not sellin' any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say, "Do you wanna make a deal?"

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

Like a rolling stone?

Well, you never turned around to see the frowns 

On the jugglers and the clowns

When they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't have let other people get your kicks for you

Well, you used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard when you discover that

He really was not where it's at

After he took from you everything that he could steal

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own 

Like a complete unknown

There's no direction home

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're all out drinkin' 

They're all out thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all those precious gifts from the home shopping channels

You better take that diamond ring and you better pawn it, babe

Pawn it

You used to be so amused

(This is a very declamatory song, isn't it?)  

With Napoleon in rags and all the sweet-talk language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing, you ain't got nothing to lose

You are invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

There's no direction home

You feel like a complete unknown

Look at you

You're like a rolling stone

You're like a rolling stone