Bishop Dance

Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bow breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the mornin' Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bat a 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 Well maverick daddy got one-eyed bridge She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide 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 Billy, he's crying "Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now" The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin' through my dreams now With fire on their fingertips and indian screams With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams Well early in the morning the cannoneer cried "I seen the sailor's warning in the western sky" Well 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 weathervane Lately it's been pointing the way to heaven Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys They're busting off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the mornin' Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bat a 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 And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the mornin' Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bat a 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