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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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>
<br>
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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