In 1967, Bob Dylan and The Band holed up in a house near Woodstock, New York, to record some demos for the record company. Those demos were heavily bootlegged and the record company finally gave in by formally releasing some of the songs in 1975. The album is called the Basement Tapes. I think the songs really were recorded in the basement. Although this was taped in 1967, the songs are not psychedelic. They are more rustic and, for that reason, timeless. Dylan would never sound this way again. And I doubt that lyrics like this were ever written again. Scroll down after the YouTube link for the words. Read them out loud to the next person you meet.

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it.
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread