Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother   And I'm their bastard son   Though my roots show through I'm just 22   I don't belong to anyone   When the band was disbanded, I was disowned   I got a number you can ring me on but I ain't got no phone   Got a forwarding address, baby I ain't got no home   I got no direction home   That's the style of a bastard child   This is the song of a bastard son      Uncle lenny used to make me laugh   Took away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in half   Showed them to me reflected upside-down   In the mirror that suzanne vega found   Lenny's still doing his tricks today   Only goes to show that growing up might pay      Bruce and james were family friends   Took my mind to carolina through the new jersey bends   Gave me a harmonica when I was three   Nailed a banjo to my knees   Now bruce is a foreman and james is a slave   Bruce gave in and james just gave up      My family didn't grow up too well with technology   And I think this is why they disowned me   But now I wanna get back into the fold   I don't wanna be a black sheep, I don't wanna grow old   Here's to warren, neil, t-bone, andy, lou, townes, elliott   Tom, steve, elizabeth, elvia, dave   You're singing something good and it's gotta be saved   I think so!      I've only just started playing guitar and already they say   I'm a has-been   Say my songs are too long, words are too strong, shoes   Aren't clean   See the synthesizer's broken, the 12 inch does not exist   It's gonna take a blessed life to get on to the hitlist   I'm gonna need a blessed life to get on to the hitlist   But I'm singing for the men, for the women and the kids   Who grew up like me with seven basic instincts hid      Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother   And I'm their bastard son.