I Shall Be Free No. 10 lyrics

Im just average, common too
Im just like him, the same as you
Im everybodys brother and son
I aint different from anyone
It aint no use a-talking to me
Its just the same as talking to you.

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for cassius clay
I said fee, fie, fo, fum, cassius clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, Im gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay youd better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma wont even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.

Well, I dont know, but Ive been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the russians happen to get up there first.
Wowee pretty scary!

Now, Im liberal, but to a degree
I want evrybody to be free
But if you think that Ill let barry goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think Im crazy!
I wouldnt let him do it for all the farms in cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the cat instead
Hes a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldnt let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, shes so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when Im nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
Shes funny, wants my money, calls me honey.

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf.
Ive got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sisters home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin
I wound up with the dean of women
Yippee! Im a poet, and I know it.
Hope I dont blow it.

Im gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And Im gonna ride into omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course.
Carry the new york times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

Now youre probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
Whats probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for.
Its nothing
Its something I learned over in england.

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What do you think is the meaning of I Shall Be Free No. 10 by Bob Dylan?