Syd Barrett
 
 Got the Bob Dylan blues
 And the Bob Dylan shoes
 And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
 
 But you know I just couldn't care less
 
 Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
 Got God and my girl and all that
 Quiet while I make like a cat
 
 Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
 And the wind you can blow it
 Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
 And I'm free as a bird on the wing
 
 Roam from town to town, get to get people down
 but I don't care too much about that
 Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
 
 Make a whole lot of dough but i deserve it though
 I got soul and a good heart of gold
 So I'll sing about war and the cold
 
 Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
 And the wind you can blow it
 Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
 And I'm free as a bird on the wing
 
 Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seams
 Cause it seems that my dream always means
 That I can prophesy all kinds of things
 
 Well the guy that digs me
 Should try hard to see
 That he buys all my discs in a hat.
 And when I'm in town go see that.
 
 Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
 And the wind you can blow it
 Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
 And I'm free as a bird on the wing