I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine He was the owner of the house In which, together, we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh the roof leaked in the kitchen Never mentioned my collection of his albums I never bothered him with intrusive questions I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine He had a warm sense of humor He was outgoing like my wife We'd hang out late into the night, smoking joints and drinking wine We'd go thrift store shopping for vintage electronics Race remote control cars in toy departments We never talked about playing music ♪ I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine