Bob Dylan - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum Lyrics
Words and music by bob dylanTweedle dum and tweedle deeTheyre throwin knives into the treeTwo big bags of dead mans bonesGot their noses to the grind stoneLivin in the land of nodTrustin their fate to the hands of godThey pass by so silentlyTweedle dum and tweedle deeWell, theyre goin to the country, theyre goin to retireTheyre takin a streetcar named desireLookin at a window with a pecan pieLot of things theyd like they would never buyNeither of them want to turn and runTheyre makin a voyage to the sunHis masters voice is calling meSaid tweedle dum to tweedle deeTweedle dee and tweedle dumIll have more than someThey walk among the stately treesThey know the secrets of the policeTweedle dum said to tweedle dee,Your presence is obnoxious to me.Feel like baby sittin on a womans knee.Tweedle dum and tweedle deeWell, the rain beatn down on a window paneI got love for you, and its all in vainBrains in a pot, theyre beginning to boilTheyre drippin with garlic and olive oilTweedle dee is on his hands and his kneesSayin, 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 harmonyTweedle dum and tweedle deeTheyre one day older and a dollar shortThey got a parade permit and a police escortTheyre lyin low and theyre makin hayThey seem determined to go all the wayThey run a brick n tile companyTweedle dum and tweedle deeWell, a childish dream is a deathless needAnd a noble truth is a sacred creedMy pretty baby, shes looking aroundShes wearin a forty-thousand dollar gownTweedle dee is a low down sorry old manTweedle dum hell stab you where you standIve had too much of your company,Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee.
