You're gonna look fine, be primed for dancingYou're gonna trip and glide all on a trampoline planeYour diamond hands will be stacked with rosesAnd wind and cars and people of the pastI'll call you theme, just when the moon singsPlace your face in stone upon a hip starAnd grip to the arms of the devilThe changeless madmanWe'll dance our lives away in the pool rooms of MarsYou talk about dayI'm talking about night timeWhen monsters call out the names of menOh, Dylan knowsOh, Dylan knowsOh, Dylan knowsAnd I bet Adam Free didThere are things in night that are better not to beholdYou who danceWith your list of leather boots onAnd wood strings that change the faces of menYou dime on a brown hatYou a gutter-cone gangsterJohn Lennon knows your nameAnd I've seen himRock!You talk about dayI'm talking about night timeWhen monsters call out the names of menOh, Dylan knows your nameYou talk about day timeOh, Dylan knows your nameYou talk about day timeWhen monsters call out the names of menYou dig the portholes of difféäneYou dig the college *Strings that chill in the faces of menYou dime a brown hatYou a girl gone gangstaJohn Lennon knows your nameAnd I've seen itRock!Rock!