Bishop Dance by Bruce Springsteen
Bishop Dance lyrics
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew womanDid a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floorThe catholic traffic flowed freely across the riverAnd fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front doorBaby dumpling, mama�s in the back treeIf the bough breaks mama might fallLittle sad and only, baby don�t be lonelyMama knows �rithmetic, knows how to take a fallMama knows �rithmetic, knows how to take a fallAnd the kids are cryingFlapjacks, make�em fat, early in the morningLittle jack, grab your hatHear the breakfast callMuskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplaceThere�s someone in the kitchen blowing dinah on theirHornThere�s someone in the kitchen blowing dinah like they�reBornMaverick daddy got one-night prizeThe glides like a monkey-mule kickin� on the backslideOver hill, over hill, daddy don�t you spill nowPapa got a switch-stick, he�s pumping little billPapa got a switch-stick, he�s pumping little billAnd bill, he�s cryingTomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck outThe mohawks, the mohawks, they�re still out there in the woodsMolatar, okenah, running through my dreams nowWith fire on their fingertips and injun�s screamsFire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeamsEarly in the morning the cannoneer criedI seem the sailor�s warning in the western skyOh mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir treeBranches full of candlesticks for baby and meAnd my darling cried, she said, honey, the weather vaneLately it�s been pointin� the way to heavenScatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall champagne, champagne,A round for all the old choirboysThey�re bustin� off the altar chasingDinah through the hallThey�re bustin� off the altar chasingDinah through the hallAnd like kids they�re cryingFlapjacks, make �em fat, early in the morningLittle jack, grab your hatHear the breakfast callMuskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplaceThere�s someone in the kitchen blowingDinah on their hornThere�s someone in the kitchen blowingDinah like they�re born.
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