Words and music by Bob DylanTweedle Dum and Tweedle DeeThey're throwin' knives into the treeTwo big bags of dead man's bonesGot their noses to the grind stoneLivin' in the Land of NodTrustin' their fate to the hands of GodThey pass by so silentlyTweedle Dum and Tweedle DeeWell, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retireThey're takin' a streetcar named DesireLookin' at a window with a pecan pieLot of things they'd like they would never buyNeither of them want to turn and runThey're makin' a voyage to the Sun"His Master's Voice is calling me"Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle DeeTweedle Dee and Tweedle DumI'll have more than someThey walk among the stately treesThey know the secrets of the policeTweedle Dum said to Tweedle Dee,"Your presence is obnoxious to me.Feel like baby sittin' on a woman's knee."Tweedle Dum and Tweedle DeeWell, the rain beat'n' down on a window paneI got love for you, and it's all in vainBrains in a pot, they're beginning to boilThey're drippin' with garlic and olive oilTweedle Dee is on his hands and his kneesSayin', "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 harmonyTweedle Dum and Tweedle DeeThey're one day older and a dollar shortThey got a parade permit and a police escortThey're lyin' low and they're makin' hayThey seem determined to go all the wayThey run a brick 'n' tile companyTweedle Dum and Tweedle DeeWell, a childish dream is a deathless needAnd a noble truth is a sacred creedMy pretty baby, she's looking aroundShe's wearin' a forty-thousand dollar gownTweedle Dee is a low down sorry old manTweedle Dum he'll stab you where you stand"I've had too much of your company,"said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
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Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
They're throwin' knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's 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're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire
They're takin' a streetcar named Desire
Lookin' at a window with a pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would never buy
Neither of them want to turn and run
They're makin' a voyage to the Sun
"His Master's Voice is calling me"
Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
I'll 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's knee."
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
Well, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane
I got love for you, and it's all in vain
Brains in a pot, they're beginning to boil
They're drippin' with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin', "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 lyin' low and they're makin' hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick 'n' 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's looking around
She's wearin' a forty-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.
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