Tweedle Dum & 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 voyage to the Sun
His Master's Voice is calling me
Said Tweedle
Dum to Tweedle Dee
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
All that'n more, then some
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 parade 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, a childish dream is a deathless need
And a 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
