Lyric Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They re throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man s bones
Got their noses to the grindstones
Living in the Land of Nod
Trustin their fate to the Hands of God
They pass by so silently
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they re going to the country, they re gonna retire
They re taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they d like they would never buy
Neither one gonna turn and run
They re making a voyage to the sun
"His Master s voice is calling me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum
All that and more and then some
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee
"Your presence is obnoxious to me."
They re like babies sittin on a woman s knee
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane
I got love for you and it s all in vain
Brains in the pot, they re beginning to boil
They re dripping with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle-dee Dee - he s on his hands and his knees
Saying, "Throw me somethin , Mister, please."
"What s good for you is good for me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they re living in a happy harmony
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They re one day older and a dollar short
They ve got a parade permit and a police escort
They re lying low and they re makin hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick and tile company
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well a childish dream is a deathless need
And a noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she s lookin around
She s wearin a multi-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man
Tweedle-dee Dum, he ll stab you where you stand
"I ve had too much of your company,"
Says, Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
They re throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man s bones
Got their noses to the grindstones
Living in the Land of Nod
Trustin their fate to the Hands of God
They pass by so silently
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they re going to the country, they re gonna retire
They re taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they d like they would never buy
Neither one gonna turn and run
They re making a voyage to the sun
"His Master s voice is calling me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum
All that and more and then some
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee
"Your presence is obnoxious to me."
They re like babies sittin on a woman s knee
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane
I got love for you and it s all in vain
Brains in the pot, they re beginning to boil
They re dripping with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle-dee Dee - he s on his hands and his knees
Saying, "Throw me somethin , Mister, please."
"What s good for you is good for me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they re living in a happy harmony
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They re one day older and a dollar short
They ve got a parade permit and a police escort
They re lying low and they re makin hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick and tile company
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well a childish dream is a deathless need
And a noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she s lookin around
She s wearin a multi-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man
Tweedle-dee Dum, he ll stab you where you stand
"I ve had too much of your company,"
Says, Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
