tweedle dee dum and tweedle dee dee theyre throwing knives into the tree two big bags of dead mans bones got their noses to the grindstones living in the land of nod trustin their fate to the hands of god they pass by so silently tweedle dee dum and tweedle dee dee well theyre going to the country theyre gonna retire theyre taking a streetcar named desire looking in the window at the pecan pie lot of things theyd like they would never buy neither one gonna turn and run theyre making a voyage to the sun his masters voice is calling me says tweedle dee dum to tweedle dee dee tweedle dee dee and tweedle dee dum all that and more and then some they walk among the stately trees they know the secrets of the breeze tweedle dee dum said to tweedle dee dee your presence is obnoxious to me theyre like babies sittin on a womans knee tweedle dee dum and tweedle dee dee well the rain beating down on my window pane i got love for you and its all in vain brains in the pot theyre beginning to boil theyre dripping with garlic and olive oil  tweedle dee dee hes on his hands and his knees saying throw me somethin mister please whats good for you is good for me says tweedle dee dum to tweedle dee dee well theyre living in a happy harmony tweedle dee dum and tweedle dee dee theyre one day older and a dollar short theyve got a parade permit and a police escort theyre lying low and theyre makin hay they seem determined to go all the way they run a brick and tile company tweedle dee dum and tweedle dee dee well a childish dream is a deathless need and a noble truth is a sacred dream my pretty baby shes lookin around shes wearin a multi thousand dollar gown tweedle dee dee is a lowdown sorry old man tweedle dee dum hell stab you where you stand ive had too much of your company says tweedle dee dum to tweedle dee dee1