Bishop Dance Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

Bishop Dance Lyrics

    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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