Fast Times In Minnesota

Phyllis, go home
I think you might be drunk
What you called your knack for genius
Was prob’ly only luck
Phyllis, don’t cry
When you think of the snow
Picture burly lumberjacks
Dyin' in the cold
He’s never comin' back
Fast times in Minnesota
You’re stuck in North Dakota
Drivin' fifty-five
Phyllis, don’t frown
This is not the end
Of a life you have despised
You’ve got a few years yet
Phyllis, look up
Try not to forget
The best part of gettin' older:
Livin' with regret
He’s never comin' back, no
Fast times in Minnesota
You’re stuck in North Dakota
Drivin' fifty-five
He’s never comin' back
Fast times in Minnesota
Just east of South Dakota
Uff-dahs and, yeah, you betchas
Hot dish and all the lefse
Drunk drivin' on Toyotas
Bob Dylan, great to know ya
White people paranoia
That time and where I met ya
I hope I didn’t bore ya
Drivin' fifty-five
Drivin' fifty-five
Drivin' fifty-five