Robbing Dylan

 

Come gather round people wherever you roam,

And admit that your hips and your buttocks have grown,

And accept we could lose at least two or three stone

Just think of the money we’re saving,

So we’d better start slimming not stand there and moan,

For the times they are a changing.

 

Come restaurant critics who prophesy with your pen,

Your mouths are wide open you never say when,

And you simply can’t speak as you shovel it in,

There’s simply no space for refraining,

But Weight Watchers say that the losers will win,

For the times they are a changing.

 

Come gourmets and gourmands please hear the call,

When you stand in the doorway you block up the hall,

But the first ones to dinner are those who will fall,

The coronary bypass is waiting,

And if not for the surgeons there’s no chance at all,

But the times they are a changing.

 

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land,

MacDonald’s is open, and isn’t that grand ?

With french fries and burgers a meal to be planned,

The arteries are rapidly ageing,

And though you find salad pathetic and bland,

All the times they are a changing.

 

The line it is drawn the curse it is cast,

A forty six chest and the waistline is vast,

We won’t have a future so live in the past,

Our order is placed and we’re waiting,

But when queuing for heaven we’d rather be last,

For the times they are a changing,

 

With my apologies to Tracy Chapman  ICG