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Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
They're throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead men's bones
They've got their noses to the grind stones
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Living in the Land of Nod
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Trusting their fate to the hands of God
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They pass by so silently
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Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.
Well, they're going to the country, they're going to retire
They're taking a streetcar named desire
Looking at a window with a pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they will never buy
Neither of them want to turn and run
And make a voice to the sun.
"His master's voice is calling me,"
Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
I have more than 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 a baby sitting on a woman's knee."
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.
Well, the rain beat down on a window pane
I got love for you, and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're beginning to boil
They're dripping with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees
Saying, "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 lying low and they're making hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They got a brick and tile company
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.
Well, a childish dream is a deathless need
And the noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's looking around
She's wearing 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.
Copyright © 2001
Special Rider Music
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