Bob Dylan

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Theyre throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead mans 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, theyre going to the country, theyre gonna retire
Theyre taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things theyd like they would never buy
Neither one gonna turn and run
Theyre making a voyage to the sun
"His Masters 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."
Theyre like babies sittin on a womans knee
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane
I got love for you and its all in vain
Brains in the pot, theyre beginning to boil
Theyre dripping with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle-dee Dee - hes on his hands and his knees
Saying, "Throw me somethin, Mister, please."
"Whats good for you is good for me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, theyre living in a happy harmony
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Theyre one day older and a dollar short
Theyve got a parade permit and a police escort
Theyre lying low and theyre 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, shes lookin around
Shes wearin a multi-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man
Tweedle-dee Dum, hell stab you where you stand
"Ive had too much of your company,"
Says, Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
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