Woorden: Bob Dylan. The Basement Tapes. Million Dollar Bash.

Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of theirs with his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk with his cheese in the cash
They're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Ev'rybody from right now to over there and back
The louder they come, the harder they crack
Come now, sweet cream, don't forget to flash
We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I took my counselor out to the barn
Silly Nelly was there she told him a yarn
Then along came Jones emptied the trash
Ev'rybody went down to that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I'm hittin' it too hard my stones won't take
I get up in the mornin' but it's too early to wake
First it's hello, goodbye then push and then crash
But we're all gonna make it at that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I looked at my watch, I looked at my wrist
Punched myself in the face with my fist
I took my potatoes down to be mashed
Then I made it over to that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash