Words and music by bob dylan
Tweedle dum and tweedle dee
They抮e throwin� knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man抯 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抮e goin� to the country, they抮e goin� to retire
They抮e takin� a streetcar named desire
Lookin� at a window with a pecan pie
Lot of things they抎 like they would never buy
Neither of them want to turn and run
They抮e makin� a voyage to the sun
"his master抯 voice is calling me"
Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
I抣l have more than some
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the police
Tweedle dum said to tweedle dee,
"your presence is obnoxious to me.
Feel like baby sittin� on a woman抯 knee."
Tweedle dum and tweedle dee
Well, the rain beat抧� down on a window pane
I got love for you, and it抯 all in vain
Brains in a pot, they抮e beginning to boil
They抮e drippin� with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin�, "throw me something, mister, please!"
"what抯 good for you is good for me,"
Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee.
Well, they抮e living in a happy harmony
Tweedle dum and tweedle dee
They抮e one day older and a dollar short
They got a parade permit and a police escort
They抮e lyin� low and they抮e makin� hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick 抧� 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抯 looking around
She抯 wearin� a forty-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle dee is a low down sorry old man
Tweedle dum he抣l stab you where you stand
"i抳e had too much of your company,"
Said tweedle dum to tweedle dee.
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