Bob Dylan's Wake

I arrived a little late
I knocked on the door, I had to wait
A girl came out, she looked on the list
Crossed out my name, stamped my wrist
I walked down the steps and into a room
The lights were dark, it was a rock & roll tomb
Was this a gig or some strange mistake?
No, you're right on time for Bob Dylan's wake

There was kings and queens, jokers and clowns
I saw Ronnie Wood, he was hanging around
Poets and princes, chapters and verse
Visions of war or something worse
I saw Judas Iscariot at the back of the crowd
He said 'Pull out the plugs, man, it's way too loud'
If you're looking for vengeance, you can get all you take
When you're right on time for Bob Dylan's wake

All the people they seemed to agree
That Bob wasn't quite what he used to be
Time and tide had taken its toll
And now it was time for the final stroll

The lyric sheet, it lay in his hand
Two black angels led in the band
The singing started, a Gregorian chant
The notes seemed to hang with a heavy slant
A chorus of critics, they started singing Bob's praise
Their words all spread out like fine mayonnaise
They could not believe it was the end of his days
But they were right on time for Bob Dylan's wake

The choir fell silent and the crowd slowly thinned
A handful of dirt was left blowing in the wind
It was truly the end of Bob Dylan's wake
(Truly the end) Bob Dylan's wake
(Truly the end) Bob Dylan's wake
(Truly the end)