Pretty damn good, actually.

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.

You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him, "do you want to make a deal?"

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[Like a Rolling Stone :: Bob Dylan]