| Oh, God said to Abraham, «Kill me son» | 
| Abe said, «Man, you must be puttin' me on» | 
| God said, «No», Abe said, «What?» | 
| God said, «You can do what you want Abe but | 
| The next time you see me comin' you better run» | 
| Well, Abe said, «Where you want this killin' done?» | 
| God said, «Out on Highway 61» | 
| Hehehe | 
| Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose | 
| Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes | 
| He asked poor Howard, «Where can I go?» | 
| And Howard said, «There's only one place I know» | 
| And Sam said, «Tell me quick man, I got to run» | 
| And ol' Howard just pointed with his gun | 
| And said, «That way down Highway 61» | 
| Well, Mack, the finger said to Louie, the King | 
| «I got forty red white and blue shoe strings | 
| And a thousand telephones that don’t ring | 
| Do you know where I can get rid of these things?» | 
| And Louie, the King said, «Let me think for a minute, son» | 
| And he said, «Yes, I think this could be easily done | 
| Just take everything down to Highway 61» | 
| Well, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night | 
| Told the first father that things weren’t right | 
| «My complexion» she said, «Is much too white» | 
| He said, «Come here and step into the light» | 
| She says, «Hmm you’re right, let me tell the second mother | 
| This has been done» | 
| But the second mother was with the seventh son | 
| And they were both out on Highway 61 | 
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh | 
| Well, the rovin' gambler, he was very borin' | 
| He was tryin' to create the next world war | 
| He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor | 
| He said, «I've never engaged in this kind of thing before | 
| But yes, I think it could be very easily done» | 
| We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun | 
| And have it out on Highway 61 | 
| Ooh ooh | 
| Aw aw aw aw aw | 
| Aw | 
| Highway | 
| Aw aw aw aw aw | 
| Um um um um | 
| Hey Hey | 
| Highway |