| Song | Bishop Danced - Live |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Tracks |
| Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman | |
| Did a doublequick 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 oneeyed bridge | |
| She glides like a monkeymule 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 | |
| CHORUS |