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,"
