Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood, with his memories in a trunk, passed this way an hour ago
with his friend, a jealous monk. He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette.
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet. Now you would not think to look
at him but he was famous long ago for playing the electric violin on Desolation Row.
Oh, the ragman draws circles up and down the block. I’d ask him what the matter was
but I know that he don’t talk. And the ladies treat me kindly and furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart I know I can’t escape.