Ratones paranoicos: Tweedle-Dee Dum & Tweedle-Dee Dee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're throwing knives into the tree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two big bags of dead man's 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, they're going to the country,
they're gonna retire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're taking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking in the window at the pecan pie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lot of things they'd like they would never buy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neither one gonna turn and run

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're making a voyage to the Sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"His Master's 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"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're like babies sittin'
on a woman's knee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, the rain beating down
on my windowpane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got love for you and it's all in vain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brains in the pot, they're beginning to boil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're dripping with garlic and olive oil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tweedle-Dee Dee, he's on his hands
and his knees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saying, "Throw me somethin', Mister, please"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What's good for you is good for me"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Says Tweedle-Dee Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, they're living in a happy harmony

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're one day older and a dollar short

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They've got a parade permit and
a police escort

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're lying low and they're 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 Creed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My pretty baby, she's lookin' around

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tweedle-Dee Dee is a lowdown,
sorry old man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tweedle-Dee Dum, he'll stab you
where you stand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I've had too much of your company"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ratones paranoicos:
Tweedle-Dee Dum &
Tweedle-Dee Dee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mira también AHORA:

Ratones paranoicos II:

Puro Arte de Vanguardia