Well that big dumb blond
With her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of theirs
With his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk
And his cheese in the cash
They're all gonna be there
At that million dollar bash.
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash
Well I looked at my watch
I looked at my wrist
I punched myself
In the face with my fist
I took my potatoes
Down to be mashed
Then I made it over
To that million dollar bash.
Excerpted from Million Dollar Bash, on Dylan and The Band's Basement Tapes