Telephone Message On His Manager's Answering Machine

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King

I Love Dylan. I Only Met Him Once, About Three Years Ago, Back At The Kettle Of Fish On Macdougal Street. That Was Before I Went To England. I Think Both Of Us Were Pretty Drunk At The Time, So He Probably Doesn’t Remember It.

Now If Six Turned Up To Be Nine, I Don't Mind, I Don't Mind.

We Gotta Stop Smokin', Stop, Stop. I Mean Cigarette Smoking.