Won-too doo do do do

I never met Joe, nor Antonio, but I'd probably have liked them. Maybe they'd have liked me.
I've been humming a pared-down version of a Dylan lyric in my head these last couple of days.
It goes like this;-
1 – 2 do do do do 
1 – 2 do do do do 
1 – 2 do do do do 
so bad
honey I 1 – 2
Yes I 1 – 2 so bad