Silent Weekend

Written by: Bob Dylan
Silent weekend
My baby she gave it to me
Silent weekend
My baby she gave it to me
She’s actin’ tough and hardy
She says it ain’t my party
And she’s leavin’ me in misery

Silent weekend
My baby she took me by surprise
Silent weekend
My baby she took me by surprise
She’s rockin’ and a-reelin’
Head up to ceiling
An’ swinging with some other guys

Silent weekend
Oh Lord, I wish Monday would come
Silent weekend
Oh Lord, I sure wish Monday would come
She’s uppity, she’s rollin’
She’s in the groove, she’s strolling
Over to the jukebox playin’ deaf and dumb

Well, I done a whole lotta thinkin’ ’bout a whole lot of cheatin’
And I, maybe I did some just to please
But I just walloped a lotta pizza after makin’ our peace
Puts ya down on bended knees

Silent weekend
Man alive, I’m burnin’ up on my brain
Silent weekend
Man alive, I’m burnin’ up on my brain
She knows when I’m just teasin’
But it’s not likely in the season
To open up a passenger train

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