Come gather round music execs
Wherever you roam
And admit that the market
Around you has grown
And accept it that soon
Your cash cows have flown.
If your income to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start un-removin’ those Dylan tracks
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and bloggers
Who retweet with your ken
And keep your share ratio high
The chance won’t come again
But don’t download too soon.
For the law’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
The RIAA’s tracin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come Deezer, Spotify
Please heed the scream
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t turn off our stream
For he that goes premium
Will be he who has grace.
There’s an approval system outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your iPhone
And rattle your subscriber-base
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand.
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your level of technical competence
Your old CDs are
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the bandwidth
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The cloud it is drawn
The stream it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the download now
Will later be past.
The music ownership model is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.