Talkin’ Woody, Bob, Bruce & Dan Blues

Well when Woody Guthrie was sick and dyin'
Bob Dylan visited him as he was lyin'
In a hospital bed, Bob sang him songs
Woody smiled and said "I'm glad you come
You belong here
Go forth and be the voice of your generation"

Well above Beverly Hills one night real late
I snuck past the security gate
Parked by a Mercedes-Benz
Climbed up a barbed wire fence and over it
Couple of scratches
But I'd made it
To the home of Bruce Springsteen

Well, I found the Boss asleep in bed
Pillows piled up round his head
Turned on the light, took off my coat
Stuck a thermometer down his throat
Said "Don't talk
You look pale, Boss
Not at all well"

I said "You look bad" and I asked him, could he
Think of us as Bob & Woody?
I said "You just rest your pretty head
As I sing to you in your hospital bed"

He said "What the hell are you talkin' about?
I ain't sick
This ain't a hospital
And how did you get past the security gate?"

I said "I wrote you a song called "Song to Bruce"
With a tune I stole from one of yours"
To his platinum records next I pointed
Said, "I just wanna be anointed!"

"Springsteen I wrote you a song
A funny old world that's a-comin' along
Seems sick and it's tired, it's hard and it's torn
He looks like he's dead and it's hardly been born"

He started really lookin' sick and I stopped singin'

Well then Patti his wife came in, I said "Geez
I'm sorry about your husband's incurable disease
I'm here to help any way I can
You know, Woody & Bob, Bruce & Dan"

She said "Honey, what am I hearing?"
He said "Baby you know I'm in the prime of life!"
I said "Down in 2 million in sales last time I-
Read the signs, Patti!"

He said "Some people think this record's my best"
I said "Shh, you need your rest"

He said "There's a madman on the loose"
I said "Woody & Bob, Dan & Bruce!"

Well he scrammed out of his bed and said
"Alright, I've heard enough of this stuff"
He grabbed my throat and dragged me hard
Down the hall and through the yard

Surprising strength for a dyin' man

Well he threw me out the way I come
Barbed wire scraped my face and thumbs
I been thinkin' ever since
Bob & Woody, Dan & the artist formerly known as Prince
Dan & Madonna
Bob & Woody
Dan & Bob
So long, Bel Air!
Howdy, Malibu!