B Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grindstone E Living in the Land of Nod B Trusting their fate to the hands of God E They pass by so silently B 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 would never buy Neither one want to turn and run And making a voyage to the sun. "His master's voice is calling me," Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum All that and more and then 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 baby sitting on a woman's knee." Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Well, the rain beatin' 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 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 run a brick and 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 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. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsE B |