(Bob Dylan)

Too much of nothin' can make a man feel ill at ease
One man's temper might rise, while the other man's temper might freeze
In the days of long confessions, we can not mock a soul
When there's too much of nothin', no one has control

[Chorus:]

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Marion,
Send them all my salary, on the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothin' can make a man abuse a king
He can walk the streets and boast like most but he don't know a thing
It's all been done before, it's all been written in the book
But when it's too much of nothin', nobody should look

[Chorus]

Too much of nothin' can turn a man into a liar
It can cause some man to sleep on nails, another man to eat fire
Everybody's doin' somethin', I heard it in a dream
But when it's too much of nothin', it just makes a fella mean

[Chorus]