BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Bishop Dance lyrics

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Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman

Did a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floor

The Catholic traffic flowed freely across the river

And Fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door

Baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree

If the bough breaks mama might fall

Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely

Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall

Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall

And the kids are crying

Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the morning

Little Jack, grab your hat

hear the breakfast call

Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace

There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their

horn

There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're

born

Maverick Daddy got one-night prize

The glides like a monkey-mule kickin' on the backslide

Over hill, over hill, Daddy don't you spill now

Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill

Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill

And Bill, he's crying

Tomahawk, tomahawk, Daddy better duck out

The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods

Molatar, Okenah, running through my dreams now

With fire on their fingertips and injun's screams

Fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams

Early in the morning the cannoneer cried

I seem the sailor's warning in the western sky

Oh mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree

Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me

And my darling cried, she said, Honey, the weather vane

lately it's been pointin' the way to heaven

Scatterbrains, Scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne,

a round for all the old choirboys

They're bustin' off the altar chasing

Dinah through the hall

They're bustin' off the altar chasing

Dinah through the hall

And like kids they're crying

Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the morning

Little Jack, grab your hat

hear the breakfast call

Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace

There's someone in the kitchen blowing

Dinah on their horn

There's someone in the kitchen blowing

Dinah like they're born.