Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land

I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land

I yelled down to Captain Arab, I'll have ya understand

Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale

We're goin' over yonder, cut the engines, change the sails

Haul on that bowline we sang that melody

Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea

I think I'll call it America, I said as we hit land

I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand

Captain Arab he starting writing out some deeds

He said let's build us a fort and start buying the place with beads

Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon

They throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons

Aw, me, I busted out don't even ask me how

I went lookin' for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow

Who directed me down to the bowery slums

Where people carried signs around sayin' ban the bums

I jumped right in line, sayin' I hope that I'm not late

When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight

I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook

I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book

The waitress he was handsome and he wore a powder blue cape

I ordered up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe

Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat

Food was flyin' everywhere I left without my hat

I didn't mean to be nosy but I went into a bank

To get some bail for Arab the boys back in the tank

They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants

They threw me in the alley, when up comes this girl from France

Who invited me to her house, I went, but she had a friend

Who knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' was I on the street again

I rapped upon a house with a US flag upon display

I said can you please help me out, I got some friends down the way

The man said get out of here I'll tear you limb from limb

I said you know, they refused Jesus, too, he said you're not him

Get out of here before I break your bones, I ain't your pop

I decided to have him arrested and went looking for a cop

I ran right outside and hopped inside a cab

I went out the other door this English man said fab

As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood

Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood

I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does

But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was

I repeated that all my friends were in jail, with a sigh

He gave me his card and said call me if they die

I shook his hand and said goodbye and went back out on the street

When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet

A pay phone was ringin' and it just about blew my mind

When I picked it up an' said hello, this foot came through the line

Well about this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab

At bringing back any help for my friends and Captain Arab

I decided to flip a coin, like either heads or tails

Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail

So I hocked my sailor's suit an' I got a coin to flip

It came up tails, it rhymed with sails, so I made it back to the ship

Well I got back and took the parking ticket off the mast

I was ripping it to shreds when this coast guard boat went past

They asked me my name and I said Captain Kidd

They believed me but they wanted to know exactly what I did

I said for the Pope of Eyruke I was employed

They let me go right away, they were very paranoid

Well the last I heard of Arab he was stuck on the side of a whale

That was married to the deputy sheriff of the jail

But the funniest thing was as I was leavin' the bay

I saw three ships sailing and they were all headed my way

I asked the Captain what his name was an' how come he didn't drive a truck

He said his name was Columbus an' I just said good luck