Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land I yelled for Captain Arab I have you understand Who came running to the deck, said, "Boys, forget the whale Look on over yonder, cut the engines, change the sail Haul on the bowline," we sang that melody Like all tough sailors do when they are far away at sea "I think I'll call it America," I said as we hit land I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab, he started writing up some deeds He said, "Let's set up a fort and start buying the place with beads" Just then this cop comes down the street, crazy as a loon He throws us all in jail for carrying harpoons Ah, me, I busted out, don't even ask me how I went to get some help, I walked by a Guernsey cow Who directed me down to the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around saying, "Ban the bums" I jumped right into line, saying, "I hope that I'm not late" When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight Now, I didn't mean to be nosy, but I went into a bank To get some bail for Arab and all the boys back in the tank They asked me for some collateral, and I pulled down my pants They threw me in the alley when up comes this girl from France Who invited me to her house. I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out and robbed my boots and I was on the street again Well, by this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab At bringing back any help for my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin, like either heads or tails Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail So I hocked my sailor suit and I got a coin to flip It came up tails, it rhymed with sails, so I made it back to ship Well, I got back and took the parking ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds when this Coast Guard boat went past They asked me my name, and I said, "Captain Kidd" They believed me, but they wanted to know what exactly that I did I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed They let me go right away, they were very paranoid