[00:00.000] 作词 : Syd Barrett
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Syd Barrett
[00:15.311]Got the Bob Dylan blues
[00:17.307]And the Bob Dylan shoes
[00:19.504]And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
[00:25.248]But you know I just couldn’t care less
[00:29.002]Gonna write me a song
[00:30.497]’Bout what’s right and what’s wrong
[00:32.762]’Bout God and my God and all that
[00:38.996]Quiet while I make like a cat
[00:42.513]’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
[00:46.253]And the wind, you can blow it
[00:50.755]’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
[00:57.004]And I’m free as a bird on the wing
[01:00.499]Roam from town to town
[01:02.512]Guess I get people down
[01:04.247]But I don’t care too much about that
[01:08.252]’Cos my gut and my wallet are fat
[01:12.257]Make a whole lotta dough
[01:14.008]But I deserve it though
[01:16.496]I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
[01:22.254]So I’ll sing about war in the cold
[01:26.504]’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
[01:30.252]And the wind, you can blow it
[01:34.514]’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
[01:41.008]And I’m free as a bird on the wingWell I sings about dreams
[02:00.752]And I rhymes it with seems
[02:04.758]’Cos it seems that my dream always means
[02:11.007]That I can prophesy all kinds of things
[02:15.256]Well the guy that digs me
[02:17.249]Should try hard to see
[02:19.505]That he buys all my discs and a hat
[02:25.260]And when I’m in town go see that
[02:31.505]’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
[02:35.258]And the wind, you can blow it
[02:39.761]’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
[02:45.998]And I’m free as a bird on the wing

作词 : Syd Barrett
作曲 : Syd Barrett
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Gonna write me a song
’Bout what’s right and what’s wrong
’Bout God and my God and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
’Cos my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wingWell I sings about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
’Cos it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing