Bob Dylan Lyrics - Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum Lyrics lyrics

Words and music by Bob Dylan

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.