Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum

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