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
Wellthey re goin to the countrythey 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
Wellthe rain beat n down on a window pane
I got love for youand it s all in vain
Brains in a potthey re beginning to boil
They re drippin with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees
Sayin "Throw me somethingMisterplease!"
"What s good for you is good for me"
Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
Wellthey 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
Wella childish dream is a deathless need
And a noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty babyshe 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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