Clinton Recording Studio - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum lyrics

Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They're throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grindstones Living in the Land of Nod Trustin' their fate to the Hands of God They pa** by so silently Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well, they're going to the country, they're gonna retire They're taking a street car named Desire Looking in the window at the pecan pie Lot of things they'd like they would never buy Neither one gonna turn and run They're making a voyage to the sun “His Master's voice is calling me” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum All that and more and then some They walk among the stately trees They know the secrets of the breeze Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee “Your presence is obnoxious to me” They're like babies sittin' on a woman's knee Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well, the rain beating down on my 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 Dee—he's on his hands and his knees Saying, “Throw me somethin', Mister, please” “What's good for you is good for me” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee Well, they're living in a happy harmony Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They're one day older and a dollar short They've got a parade permit and a police escort They're lying low and they're makin' hay They seem determined to go all the way They run a brick-and-tile company Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well a childish dream is a d**hless need And a noble truth is a sacred dream My pretty baby, she's lookin' around She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man Tweedle-dee Dum, he'll stab you where you stand “I've had too much of your company,” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee