We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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