Well hi there Bob, how do you do
Come on in it's good to see you,
Excuse the mess my baby left me
My diet these days is strictly whiskey.

Hey Bob sit down, feel right at home
Spike's in the kitchen chewing a bone,
Keep your shoes on the carpet's wet
She threw a vase it hasn't dried yet,

My baby told me it's all over
I felt like a movie villain
She said she'd had enough of me
And Bob Dylan.

I was relaxing, to Cold Irons Bound
My ten toes were tapping the ground,
She waltzed in and cut the juice
Then she blitzed me with verbal abuse.

She was ranting, your music's garbage
Red mist fell and I took umbrage,
We quit just short of a nuclear war
She went packing I put on Nettie Moore.

Bob she suggested I sell all my records on e bay
Needless to say, I freaked out and said no way
Don't ask me if she'll ever come back again
Cause Bob that answer is blowing in the wind.

My baby told me it's all over
I felt like a movie villain
She said she'd had enough of me
And Bob Dylan.