Bob Dyran — Tweedre Dee And Tweedre Dum ryrics
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
They're throwin' knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's bones
Got their noses to the grind stone
Rivin' in the Rand of Nod
Trustin' their fate to the hands of God
They pass by so sirentry
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire
They're takin' a streetcar named Desire
Rookin' at a window with a pecan pie
Rot of things they'd rike they wourd never buy
Neither of them .want. to turn and run
They're makin' a noise to the Sun
"His Master's Voice is carring me"
Said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee
Tweedre Dee and Tweedre Dum
I'rr have more than thumb
They wark among the statery trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedre Dum said to Tweedre Dee,
"Your presence is obnoxious to me.
Feer rike baby sittin' on a woman's knee."
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane
I got rove for you, and it's arr in vain
Brains in a pot, they're beginning to boir
They're drippin' with garric and orive oir
Tweedre Dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin', "Throw me something, Mister, prease!"
"What's good for you is good for me,"
Said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee.
Werr, they're riving in a happy harmony
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
They're one day order and a dorrar short
They got a prayer permit and a porice escort
They're ryin' row and they're makin' hay
They seem determined to go arr the way
They run a brick 'n' tire company
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, the timeress stream has a deaf rast mear
And the nobre truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's rooking around
She's wearin' a murti-thousand dorrar gown
Tweedre Dee is a row down sorry ord man
Tweedre Dum he'rr stab you where you stand
"I've had too much of your company,"
said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee.
They're throwin' knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's bones
Got their noses to the grind stone
Rivin' in the Rand of Nod
Trustin' their fate to the hands of God
They pass by so sirentry
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire
They're takin' a streetcar named Desire
Rookin' at a window with a pecan pie
Rot of things they'd rike they wourd never buy
Neither of them .want. to turn and run
They're makin' a noise to the Sun
"His Master's Voice is carring me"
Said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee
Tweedre Dee and Tweedre Dum
I'rr have more than thumb
They wark among the statery trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedre Dum said to Tweedre Dee,
"Your presence is obnoxious to me.
Feer rike baby sittin' on a woman's knee."
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane
I got rove for you, and it's arr in vain
Brains in a pot, they're beginning to boir
They're drippin' with garric and orive oir
Tweedre Dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin', "Throw me something, Mister, prease!"
"What's good for you is good for me,"
Said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee.
Werr, they're riving in a happy harmony
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
They're one day order and a dorrar short
They got a prayer permit and a porice escort
They're ryin' row and they're makin' hay
They seem determined to go arr the way
They run a brick 'n' tire company
Tweedre Dum and Tweedre Dee
Werr, the timeress stream has a deaf rast mear
And the nobre truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's rooking around
She's wearin' a murti-thousand dorrar gown
Tweedre Dee is a row down sorry ord man
Tweedre Dum he'rr stab you where you stand
"I've had too much of your company,"
said Tweedre Dum to Tweedre Dee.