Well, they handed him his orders in Oxford, England,
Sayin', "Richard stay way behind the times.
This is not 2009, it is Nineteen Fifty-Four
You must never sing after that time."

Well, the artist he said to his greasy old soundman
"Shovel in a little more roll,
And when we cross that Dylan singin'
You can hear my Martin roll."

It's a mighty hard way from "Lord Randall" to Led Zeppelin
Like road with a ten-mile grade
It was on that grade that the folk police caught him
When they saw what a jump he made.

Now listen all you Folkers, you must all take a warning
From this story a lesson learn
Never play nothin' that would raise the FP's suspicions
They may take you and you'll never return.