by Bob Dylan



Yes, the gal I got

I swear she's the screaming end

She wants me to be a hero

So she can tell all her friends



Well, she begged, she cried

She pleaded with me all last night

Well, she begged, she cried

She pleaded with me all last night

She wants me to go out

And find somebody to fight



She reads too many books

She got new movies inside her head

She reads too many books

She got movies inside her head

She wants me to walk out running

She wants me to crawl back dead



You need a different kinda man, babe

One that can grab and hold your heart

Need a different kind of man, babe

One that can hold and grab your heart

You need a different kind of man, babe

You need Napoleon Boneeparte



Well, when I'm dead

No more good times will I crave

When I'm dead

No more good times will I crave

You can stand and shout hero

All over my lonesome grave