Songtext von Slinky Parade

Jesus Christ, Randolph Scott Bob Dylan and his mother, Dusty Springfield Came on the road one day Marched a slinky parade into my eye Faster picture lit a match You're mine forever Great a bird flew home today You took him in your wings and said Little fly on silver dollar Silver hills and rocket ships Clean I tied my shoes and ran Into a forest silver span A needle dropped in the hay I pulled a fathom from the sea Rolled away so fortune free Punched a finger in the slot Gimme mine, I'll take it now Free to be a Christian ram Flee past the foggy sand Oh, free to be a Christian ram Fleeing past the foggy sand