They were cheering foe the bride and groom

But it was chilly for a day in June

I left the party with my collar turned

And went across the street to Davy Brynes

Don't tell me what to say, don't tell me what to do

I'm in the parlor getting a Dylan tattoo

​

My arm was tender, the crowd was rough

A shot of whiskey wouldn't be enough

I was hoping for some flattery

And a word to rhyme with poetry

Don't tell me what to say, don't tell me what to do

I'm in the parlor getting a Dylan tattoo

​

I'm distracted, I'm not myself

But no one's in this movie for their health

Strangers wathing me with such contempt

Staring at my own fake Shemp

Don't tell me what to say, don't tell me what to do

I'm in the parlor getting a Dylan tattoo

​

My mouth is dry, the ink is wet

The curtain rises and the stage is set

You bought a ticket but it's best to run

The first time you see Checkov's gun

Don't tell me what to say, don't tell me what to do

I'm in the parlor getting a Dylan tattoo

​

Like a boxer in a yellow shirt

He took my money, said it wouldn't hurt

I was taken in by flattery

And a word that rhymes with poetry

Don't tell me what to say, don't tell me waht to do

I'm in the parlor getting a Dylan tattoo

 

Ray Lambiase/vocal, acoustic guitar

Tony Montalbo/fiddle

Lanny Sichel/lead guitar

Mark Mancini/organ

Kevin Kelly/bass

Shawn Murraydrums

Kate Corrigan/vocals

Janet Montalbo/vocals

Kirsten Maxwell/vocals