Bishop dance Lyrics
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Bishop dance Lyricsby Bruce Springsteen Buy album CD: Tracks Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely across the river And Fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door Baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bough breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall And the kids are crying Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're born Maverick Daddy got one-night prize The glides like a monkey-mule kickin' on the backslide Over hill, over hill, Daddy don't you spill now Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill And Bill, he's crying Tomahawk, tomahawk, Daddy better duck out The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods Molatar, Okenah, running through my dreams now With fire on their fingertips and injun's screams Fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams Early in the morning the cannoneer cried I seem the sailor's warning in the western sky Oh mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me And my darling cried, she said, Honey, the weather vane lately it's been pointin' the way to heaven Scatterbrains, Scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choirboys They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall And like kids they're crying Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're born.
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