What the Hell, Bob Dylan

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An awkward song with a fat Tom Waits on accordion. Also, he looks so lost, like he wandered in off the street and decided this party needed a dirty, creepy old hobo to sing some kind of Christmas polka. And just like every Christmas party, we have ACTION AND STUNTS!

I'm so confused.
 
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BoringMetaphor

I totally posted this in the christmas thread already

my life is without purpose :(
 
My sister was playing this for my nephew, who's one and a half, when I was talking to her on the phone. She tried to turn it down and he got mad and started screaming. It's a pretty catchy song.

When does Dylan not look like a hobo or a crack head? He has the worst camera presence of any musician out there.
 
Well, the song is crap, patterned after "Alouette" with different lyrics.

He's featured prominently in the video but just seems bored the entire time.

He's got his hair in his face like he's trying to hide it's actually him.

I can see why kids would like it, but why would someone of the stature of Bob Dylan be doing this kind of song? It'd be much more natural being sung by a purple dinosaur.
 
didn't you know that Santa is a secret Jewish conspiracy to make people forget that Christmas is about Christ?

Ok, I just pulled that out of my ass. But I'd bet money someone has a conspiracy theory website devoted to the idea.
 
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didn't you know that Santa is a secret Jewish conspiracy to make people forget that Christmas is about Christ?

Ok, I just pulled that out of my ass. But I'd bet money someone has a conspiracy theory website devoted to the idea.
How about we start that conspiracy, and see how many people we can get to believe it?
 
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Dylan doing Christmas songs is the most hilariously awesome thing I can think of.
 
What the hell was up with the guy that randomly started throwing glasses at people, then jumped out the window and ran away after brandishing a fireplace brush at people?
 
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