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.