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Bob Dylan - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum lyrics
Tweedle dum and tweedle dee Theyre throwin knives into the tree Two big bags of dead mans bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin in the land of nod Trustin their fate to the hands of god They pass by so silently Tweedle dum and tweedle dee Well, theyre goin to the country, theyre goin to retire Theyre takin a streetcar named desire Lookin at a window with a pecan pie Lot of things theyd like they would never buy Neither of them want to turn and run Theyre makin a voyage to the sun His masters voice is calling me Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Ill have more than some They walk among the stately trees They know the secrets of the police Tweedle dum said to tweedle dee, Your presence is obnoxious to me. Feel like baby sittin on a womans knee. Tweedle dum and tweedle dee Well, the rain beatn down on a window pane I got love for you, and its all in vain Brains in a pot, theyre beginning to boil Theyre drippin with garlic and olive oil Tweedle dee is on his hands and his knees Sayin, throw me something, mister, please! Whats good for you is good for me, Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee. Well, theyre living in a happy harmony Tweedle dum and tweedle dee Theyre one day older and a dollar short They got a parade permit and a police escort Theyre lyin low and theyre makin hay They seem determined to go all the way They run a brick n tile company Tweedle dum and tweedle dee Well, a childish dream is a deathless need And a noble truth is a sacred creed My pretty baby, shes looking around Shes wearin a forty-thousand dollar gown Tweedle dee is a low down sorry old man Tweedle dum hell stab you where you stand Ive had too much of your company, Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee. |
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