Bruce Springsteen - Bishop Dance Lyrics
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew womanDid a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floorThe catholic traffic flowed freely across the riverAnd fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front doorBaby dumpling, mamas in the back treeIf the bough breaks mama might fallLittle sad and only, baby dont be lonelyMama knows rithmetic, knows how to take a fallMama knows rithmetic, knows how to take a fallAnd the kids are cryingFlapjacks, makeem fat, early in the morningLittle jack, grab your hatHear the breakfast callMuskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplaceTheres someone in the kitchen blowing dinah on theirHornTheres someone in the kitchen blowing dinah like theyreBornMaverick daddy got one-night prizeThe glides like a monkey-mule kickin on the backslideOver hill, over hill, daddy dont you spill nowPapa got a switch-stick, hes pumping little billPapa got a switch-stick, hes pumping little billAnd bill, hes cryingTomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck outThe mohawks, the mohawks, theyre still out there in the woodsMolatar, okenah, running through my dreams nowWith fire on their fingertips and injuns screamsFire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeamsEarly in the morning the cannoneer criedI seem the sailors warning in the western skyOh mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir treeBranches full of candlesticks for baby and meAnd my darling cried, she said, honey, the weather vaneLately its been pointin the way to heavenScatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall champagne, champagne,A round for all the old choirboysTheyre bustin off the altar chasingDinah through the hallTheyre bustin off the altar chasingDinah through the hallAnd like kids theyre cryingFlapjacks, make em fat, early in the morningLittle jack, grab your hatHear the breakfast callMuskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplaceTheres someone in the kitchen blowingDinah on their hornTheres someone in the kitchen blowingDinah like theyre born.
