Unrequited to the Nth Degree (Home recording) lyrics

by

Bob Dylan


Oh when I die and it won't be long
Hey you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah you're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
And if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad

Well, it might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey there's gonna be a photograph with my obituary
Yeah, you'll see it and you'll cry a lot
And you'll wanna wear black
Oh, I'd be dead but you can bet your life, I'm gonna get you back

I'm tired of being left up on your shelf
Might not wait around, I might kill myself
And not only would you miss me but you'd feel guilty too
Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late the joke'd be on you

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Sn*gger sn*gger sn*gger sn*gger
Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw
Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle, chuckle, chuckle
Ha, ha, ha, ha

So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout, and you better not cry
The grim reaper is coming to town and I just might die
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