Some people were mad when Dylan went electric. Now they’re mad that he won’t go with indoor plumbing. According to the Los Angeles Times, the rock legend’s neighbors are up in arms about the stench drifting from a portable toilet he installed for the guys who guard his estate on Pt. Dume in Malibu.
Ah, I can hear the lyrics in my head as if it were yesterday . . .
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Fed the stall a dime, in your prime, didn’t you?
Now people yell, what’s that smell, you’re going to hell
You thought they were all kidding you,
You built a port-a-pot,
All your private guards were hangin’ out
Now they can’t fart so loud,
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having zoning board tickets to appeal
How does it feel,
How does it feel,
To leave your abode,
And drop an outdoor load,
In a primitive mode,
Like a total chode?
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