The Freeloadin’ Bob Dylan

And your “friend” Robert doesn’t lift a finger to help!

I Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere Need a lift Missed my shift Real quick doze In my clothes Wake me up around suppertime I ain’t goin’ nowhere

Whoo-ee! Spot me five Tomorrow’s the day My check’s gonna come Oh-oh, how I will abide Here in my underwear

Pay, Lady, Pay Pay, lady, pay Pay off all my big-ass debt Lady, defray Defray the cost of this brass bed

Whatever dollar bills of Any kind I sure could use them If you’d make them mine

Pay, lady, pay Pay off all my big-ass debt Play, lady, play Play some Xbox for a while Until the break of day Get on board with my lifestyle

These sheets are dirty. I hope your Hands are clean To make my shake with beta- Carotene

Hey, lady, hey Hey, don’t be so hostile

Borrowin’ in the Wind How many hoes must a man beg for Before his own tools he obtains? How many skis must a deadbeat bum Before his good neighbor complains? Yes, and how many cars must a man ask to drive Before he will fill up the tank? Your neighbor, my friend, is borrowin’ in the wind Your neighbor is borrowin’ in the wind

Ballad of a Dim Man You walk into the room with your burrito in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard but you don’t understand Just who it is your roommate’s brought home Because someone is crashing here but you don’t know who he is Call him: “Mr. Jones”

Like a Stolen Robe Once upon a time that dress was mine You borrowed it that time (a sheer A-line), didn’t you? You’d always call, say, “Baby doll, it’s far too small” But honestly who is kiddin’ who? You used to gad about With your boobies halfway hangin’ out Now you “don’t own” that gown Now you just kind of frown When I call you out for scrounging my spike heels

How do you steal How do you steal Other people’s clothes On extended loan Return date unknown Like my stolen robe?

I Shall Pay the Lease You say I’ve been hanging at your place You say it’s been almost half a year Still I’m respectful of your space And sometimes even buy the beer

I see my rent’s due Friday For the sub-let we agreed Any day now, any day now I shall pay the lease

Quit the Tangerines, Man Hey, quit the tangerines, man, save a few for me You just ate three, and you ain’t gonna eat the other two Pay me for tangerines, man, they don’t come for free And despite my ample warnings, you ate my marmalade too

Knockin’ on Kevin’s Door Mama took my keys off of me I can’t use them anymore It’s gettin’ dark, I need to sleep That’s why I’m knockin’ on Kevin’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on Kevin’s door Sleep, sleep, sleepin’ on Kevin’s floor Rent, rent, rent, oh what heavens for? Knock, knock, knockin’ on Kevin’s door

Apartment 61 Revisited Bob said to Abraham, “Chillin’ is done” Abe say, “Bro, you must be puttin’ me on” Bob say, “Go, ” Abe say, “Huh?” Bob say, “You can do what you want, Abe, but Next time I see you bummin’, you better run” Abe said, “Where am I supposed to sell weed from?” Bob said, “Not in Apartment 61”