Bandits movie - Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum lyrics

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Song by Bob Dylan<br /><br>

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

They're throwing knives into the tree<br>

Two big bags of dead man's bones<br>

Got their noses to the grindstones<br>

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Living in the Land of Nod<br>

Trustin' their fate to the Hands of God<br>

They pass by so silently<br>

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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Well, they're going to the country, they're gonna retire<br>

They're taking a streetcar named Desire<br>

Looking in the window at the pecan pie<br>

Lot of things they'd like they would never buy<br>

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Neither one gonna turn and run<br>

They're making a voyage to the sun<br>

"His Master's voice is calling me,"<br>

Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum<br>

All that and more and then some<br>

They walk among the stately trees<br>

They know the secrets of the breeze<br>

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Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

"Your presence is obnoxious to me."<br>

They're like babies sittin' on a woman's knee<br>

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane<br>

I got love for you and it's all in vain<br>

Brains in the pot, they're beginning to boil<br>

They're dripping with garlic and olive oil<br>

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Tweedle-dee Dee - he's on his hands and his knees<br>

Saying, "Throw me somethin', Mister, please."<br>

"What's good for you is good for me,"<br>

Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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Well, they're living in a happy harmony<br>

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

They're one day older and a dollar short<br>

They've got a parade permit and a police escort<br>

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They're lying low and they're makin' hay<br>

They seem determined to go all the way<br>

They run a brick and tile company<br>

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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Well a childish dream is a deathless need<br>

And a noble truth is a sacred creed<br>

My pretty baby, she's lookin' around<br>

She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown<br>

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Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man<br>

Tweedle-dee Dum, he'll stab you where you stand<br>

"I've had too much of your company,"<br>

Says, Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee<br>

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