4th Time Around Albums Gigs Lyrics


Bob Dylan
Original Band
Bob Dylan


Title Artist Label Type Year
Rob, Bob & Albert Robyn Hitchcock Unauthorized 1996
Inflatable Hitchcock 2 Robyn Hitchcock [none listed] Unauthorized 2000
Robyn Sings Robyn Hitchcock Editions PAF! Authorized 2002


Billed As Venue City State Country Date
Robyn Hitchcock's ROCK ARMADA First Avenue Minneapolis Minnesota US November 11, 1999
Robyn Hitchcock's ROCK ARMADA Maxwell's Hoboken New Jersey US November 02, 1999
Robyn Hitchcock Largo Los Angeles California US July 31, 1999
Robyn Hitchcock Largo Los Angeles California US April 30, 2002
Robyn Hitchcock Music Millennium Portland Oregon US November 12, 2003
Robyn Hitchcock The Horseshoe Tavern Toronto Ontario Canada July 24, 2002
Robyn Hitchcock The Hideout Chicago Illinois US April 02, 2005
Robyn Hitchcock & the Venus 3 Sala El Sol Madrid Spain June 22, 2013
Robyn Hitchcock Cat's Cradle Back Room Carrboro North Carolina US February 05, 2014
Robyn Hitchcock & Grant-Lee Phillips The Basement Nashville Tennessee US February 12, 2014
Robyn Hitchcock Sellersville Theater Sellersville Pennsylvania US March 03, 2014
Robyn Hitchcock Liverpool Philharmonic Music Room Liverpool England UK May 23, 2018
Robyn Hitchcock Borderline London England UK May 25, 1996
Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians Great American Music Hall San Francisco California US July 15, 1992
Robyn Hitchcock City Winery Nashville Tennessee US November 02, 2014
Robyn Hitchcock Randy Now's Man Cave Bordentown New Jersey US October 09, 2021


When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.