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Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman
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Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor
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The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river
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And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door
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Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree
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If the bow breaks mama might fall
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Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely
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Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall
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Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall
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CHORUS
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And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the mornin'
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Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
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Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace
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There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn
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There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" like they're born
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Well maverick daddy got one-eyed bridge
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She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide
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Over hill, over hill, daddy don't you spill now
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Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill
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Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill
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And Billy, he's crying "Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now"
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The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods
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Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin' through my dreams now
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With fire on their fingertips and indian screams
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With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams
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Well early in the morning the cannoneer cried
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"I seen the sailor's warning in the western sky"
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Well mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree
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Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me
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And my darling cried, she said "Honey, the weathervane
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lately it's been pointing the way to heaven
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Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall
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Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys
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They're busting off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
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They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
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CHORUS
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Bishop Danced
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| Bruce Springsteen |
