During my grad and post grad years I was obsessed with Bob Dylan. My room mates in the hostel and even the guys staying in neighbouring rooms (thin walls) had to get used to the constant hum of Highway 61 Revisited, Blonde On Blonde, Street Legal, Slow Train Coming, Desire, Blood On The Tracks....
Fortunately these guys had a sense of humour and I didn't get stabbed! Bobby Dylan's voice and style of singing was a great source of hilarity for them. They had a great time mimicking and exaggerating his midwestern nasal twang.
My usual response to their fooling around was to plug in another Dylan tape and let the music play