VD Waltz

VD Waltz - Bob Dylan

All the birds are singin' in the mornin' trees

But the birds are not singin' for me

My man did meet with a flirt on the street

Gave him a case of VD

I begged him to look up a doctor and go

It broke out all over his skin

But he rubbed himself with some dark drugstore salve

And he said It's not the VD

I been in the Army in the Merchant Marines

My dear wife long enough to know

That little red little hot rashes that burn on my skin

Are not the VD I'm sure