He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
But you will wind up just peeking through a keyhole on your knees
Oh no he never ever stumbles, 'cause he got no place to fall
No no no no he never stumbles, 'cause the man got no place to fall
He's nobody's child, an the law can't touch him at all
He wears an Egyptian ring, that sparkles just before he speaks
He wears an Egyptian ring, and it sparkles just before he speaks
The man is a hypnotist collector, and you are his walking antique
And he belongs to me
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
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He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
But you will wind up just peeking through a keyhole on your knees
Oh no he never ever stumbles, 'cause he got no place to fall
No no no no he never stumbles, 'cause the man got no place to fall
He's nobody's child, an the law can't touch him at all
He wears an Egyptian ring, that sparkles just before he speaks
He wears an Egyptian ring, and it sparkles just before he speaks
The man is a hypnotist collector, and you are his walking antique
And he belongs to me
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
But you will wind up just peeking through a keyhole on your knees
Oh no he never ever stumbles, 'cause he got no place to fall
No no no no he never stumbles, 'cause the man got no place to fall
He's nobody's child, an the law can't touch him at all
He wears an Egyptian ring, that sparkles just before he speaks
He wears an Egyptian ring, and it sparkles just before he speaks
The man is a hypnotist collector, and you are his walking antique
And he belongs to me
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
Bow down to him on Sundays, and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group