This is a little parody I found on the net if you would care to read it. Bob Dylan: The Hurricane, a Mike Tyson Parody By Michael Carlton Here comes the story of Iron Mike. That crazy boxer who nobody'd like To have to fight off in the ring. Not even words from Don King, could, talk a man, into facin' Tyson's bite. Robin packed her bags, slammed the door with a bang. Went on to do films, Blankman and Boomerang. While Tyson sits like Yoda on the courthouse bench A guilty man, with a terrible stench. Judge called him over to decide his fate, No one doubted he'd soon be an inmate For commitin' such a heinous crime Put in a prison cell, so this, time, he'll be, the one who's gettin' raped. Fresh out of prison, he faced the "Real Deal.' When the bell rang, Mike's starvin' for a meal, `Vander swung left, he should've swung right, Left his ear open to the cannibal's bite. Spittin' bloody flesh high in the air He danced about the ring with fervent flare. But Tyson didn't win the fight And though he tried to be polite, he, ended up, cursin' at some whites. Camera bulbs flashed bright in a Vegas bar, Enter Lennox Lewis from the other hall, Sees the former champ with rabid eyes Had no idea the guy was fixin' to brawl. That's the story of a man gone insane From one too many blows to the brain. Looks like he'll never fight ag'in But he just might win the bout, on Ninten-do's Iron Mike's Punch-Out!