Bollocks Hound (Hollis Brown pardoy)

Bollocks Hound (original: Hollis Brown by Bob Dylan)

Bollocks Hound he lived on the uptown part of town
Bollocks Hound he lived on the uptown part of town
With his wife and three children and his pillows they were down

Your father gave you money and he bribed your way to Yale
Your father gave you money and he bribed your way to Yale
You buy your children anything, just ‘long as it’s for sale

Your wife has gone shopping and she’s got your credit card
Your wife has gone shopping and she’s got your credit card
She says you’re good for nothing you filthy rotten tub of lard

Your thoughts they turn to ice as your stocks begin to fall
Your thoughts they turn to ice as your stocks begin to fall
They fall so low even Trump can’t build his wall

Your empire’s ‘a-crumbling’ right before your eyes
Your empire’s ‘a-crumbling’ right before your eyes
There’s nothing you can do, and you’re straight fresh out of lies

You pray to the Lord in whom you never believed
You pray to the Lord in whom you never believed
Hoping desperately he’ll forgive your selfishness and greed

Your people’ve turned against you and you got no place to hide
Your people’ve turned against you and you got no place to hide
Your eyes turn to the plane keys lying at your bedside

You load up your family on your private jet plane
You load up your family on your private jet plane
You head for an island in the old Caribbean

You ask for food and shelter from the local shaman priest
You ask for food and shelter from the local shaman priest
He smiles and says he’s pre-pared a special welcome feast

There’s a table set for 12 but they’ve got place for you
There’s a table set for 12 but they’ve got place for you
You spot five cauldrons hanging and the smell of barbecue

There’s 5 people dead on an island forlorn
There’s 5 people dead on an island so forlorn
Somewhere in the distance there’s 5 more suckers born

Parody lyrics by Nathaniel Glasser Skog