You're gonna look fine, be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide all on a trampoline plane
Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars and people of the past
I'll call you theme, just when the moon sings
Place your face in stone upon a hip star
And grip to the arms of the devil
The changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away in the pool rooms of Mars
You talk about day
I'm talking about night time
When monsters call out the names of men
Oh, Dylan knows
Oh, Dylan knows
Oh, Dylan knows
And I bet Adam Free did
There are things in night that are better not to behold
You who dance
With your list of leather boots on
And wood strings that change the faces of men
You dime on a brown hat
You a gutter-cone gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen him
Rock!
You talk about day
I'm talking about night time
When monsters call out the names of men
Oh, Dylan knows your name
You talk about day time
Oh, Dylan knows your name
You talk about day time
When monsters call out the names of men
You dig the portholes of difféäne

You dig the college *
Strings that chill in the faces of men
You dime a brown hat
You a girl gone gangsta
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen it
Rock!
Rock!