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 street car 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 noise 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 thumb   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 sittin' 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 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 prayer 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 an' tile company   Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee      Well, the timeless stream has a deaf last meal   And the noble truth is a sacred creed   My pretty baby, she's looking around   She's wearin' 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