It might have been Ibiza,
But it could have been The Coast of Spain.
On a clapped out Continental Radio
I thought I heard his name.
But I was just another hippie then
With my copy of Rolling Stone,
In a kickback full of hashish
That I was trying to smuggle home.
And where were you when you knew?
Where were you when you heard?
The day that Bobbie went electric,
How did you receive the word?
There was years of independence,
But a meaning on the words Hard Rain.
And in a rundown beachfront arcade
I heard how the times had changed.
I was thrown in jail in Tangiers
With a couple from Montreal,
Who'd been workin' their way to London
To see the plug-in at the Albert Hall.
The day that Bobby went electric
I was struggling through my teens.
And when he plugged in up at Newport
I was caught up in the dream.