Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman (to the tune of Mr Tambourine Man)

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, you`ve read all that I`ve wrote,

I ain`t worthy and you must have read my words wrong.

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, you`ve given me your vote,

But the narrow minded cynics see no value in my songs.

Given me an award, which really struck a chord

With college students, but not the ones most prudent,

Caused a fuss with all the press, writing from their desks,

I`m "just a singer"!

I`m ready to back down, I`m ready to refuse,

Really make some news, but if your vote means anything,

I promise I`ll come and get it.

You clearly liked my rhymes, like when all freedom chimes,

 "Aimed at anyone" paired with "escapin` on the run",

It`s not Shakespeare, but made my reputation,

As spokesman for a generation.

It ain`t Steinbeck but it rhymes and resonates

It`s me you want to venerate, but you alienate

All the professors and literature heavyweights,

That`s what the prize for me necessitates.

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, thank you for your vote.

I ain`t worthy but what the hell, I`ve wrote my share.

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, I`m not the one to gloat,

You can quote me and compare me anywhere.

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, as your name implies,

I am honoured and am humbled by your judgement.

Hey Mr Nobel Prizeman, it`s really a surprise

That you`ve honoured me, a writer so self indulgent!

 I ain`t Hemingway or Faulkner or even Twain,

If I confuse I explain. Don`t cast aspersion;

Never asked for adulation or citation

 For my songwriting.

I`m ready to accede, I`m ready to receive,

If you really believe that I am worthy

Of your literature award.

Hey Mr Nobel Peaceman, it`s really a surprise.

"Masters of War" didn`t stop the killing, god wasn`t willing,

Hey Mr Nobel Peaceman, open up your eyes,

I`m no champion, no conquering hero, just Bob Dylan!