Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
They`re throwin` knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man`s 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, they`re goin` to the country, they`re goin` to retire
They`re takin` a streetcar named Desire
Lookin` at a window with a pecan pie
Lot of things they`d like they would never buy
Neither of them .want. to turn and run
They`re makin` a noise to the Sun
`His Master`s Voice is calling meSaid Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
I`ll have more than thumb
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedle Dum said to Tweedle Dee,
`Your presence is obnoxious to me.
Feel like baby sittin` on a woman`s knee.Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
Well, the rain beat`n` down on a window pane
I got love for you, and it`s all in vain
Brains in a pot, they`re beginning to boil
They`re drippin` with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin`, `Throw me something, Mister, please!`What`s good for you is good for me,Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
Well, they`re living in a happy harmony
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
They`re one day older and a dollar short
They got a prayer permit and a police escort
They`re lyin` low and they`re makin` hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick `n` tile company
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
Well, the timeless stream has a deaf last meal
And the noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she`s looking around
She`s wearin` a multi-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle Dee is a low down sorry old man
Tweedle Dum he`ll stab you where you stand
`I`ve had too much of your company,said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
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