с альбома 1965 - Songbook

I was Union Jacked, Kerouac'd
John Birched, stopped and searched
Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind
I've been Ayn Randed, nearly [bad word] 'cos I'm lefthanded:
That's the hand they use, well, never mind! 

I've been Walt Disneyed, Dis Disleyed
John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned
Walter Brennan punched out Cassius Clay
I've heard the [bad word] from Lenny [bad word] and all my wealth won't buy me health
So I smoke a pint of tea a day 

I knew a man his brain so small,
He couldn't think of nothin' at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan
Thomas,
Whoever he is.
The man ain't got no culture,
But its alright, Ma,
It's just sumpthin' I learned over in England. 

I've been James Joyced, Rolls Royced
Mick Jaggered, silver daggered
Andy Warhol won't you [bad word] home?
I've been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled
Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkled
Barry Kornfeld's mother's on the phone 

When in London, do as I do
Find yourself a friendly haiku
Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years