Mr Jones

Bob Dylan at the height of his fame
Was overly obnoxious again and again
He put down poor Donovan
Tell us Bob why really pick on Donovan
Dylan replied 'He's an upstart
He's cuter and sings better than me
It's not so hard to picture him
With his flower in a garden
That banana ain't a gold record
And his songs all have the melody
I hear in my sleep'

Bob Dylan past the height of his fame
And overly obnoxious he remained
Speaking through his nose
Tell us, Bob, who really picks out your clothes

Dylan himself a Space Jew
With a big house out in Malibu
Wasn't keeping up with the new wave scene
(Probably just as well)
Although he no longer needed to be so evasive
About that elusive Mr Jones

He's a real person, you know him
You don't have to be so imaginative
The answer is blindingly obvious

Mr Jones is a man
Who doesn't know who Howard Jones is