Puppet song
Now you may have observed if you walk into a wal
you get a certain sensation of realit
when you take a look through your memory boo
you may perceive a certain rhythmic regularit
the crazy things your mind gets up to when you're awa
throwing clouds of rain over brightest da
there was once a little ma
he worked all day and slept all nigh
he looked at the su
it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen righ
he wondered did the world go rolling along on its ow
or did some spirit move it with a black cat bon
and he set out to find the causes behin
the events in the worl
and the seasons of the min
so he asked his wife about it, and his wife said ye
come back and see me if it's time to know les
you do too much aquestioning of the world at larg
everybody knows the politician's in charg
so he went to the Kinghouse just the next da
to see that politician with his hair dyed gre
jump down turn around blow you up or kiss the groun
trying to be the president of the land so ga
he had false pretendies, I had to love his styl
bound to make some havoc with that violin smil
hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking talking somethin
you paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that ma
muchos dollars if you ca
so the little man asked the politician who makes the pla
who makes the plan, what happens to m
and who has the ke
now you are asking me who makes the scen
his highness King Gold and Madam Silver his quee
they keep it all arustling with the dollars and pound
and everyone knows that money makes the world go roun
so the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silve
come tell me what you ca
and King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden be
now money is something, it's a basic flo
and me I am the archetype of jewels and doug
I do a lot of talking both slow and fas
but me make decisions, no of course it's the pas
for the past is something, we all have som
and universal history is a bundle of fu
now I'm getting sleepy, starting to no
if you want to check the picture, want to check the pictur
want to check it, check it with Go
so the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder, to the heavenly land
and he shed a tear, 'it's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear
now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chai
breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly ai
the little man got near him just to get right from wron
said 'God are you responsible for all that goes on
God looked up from having a heavenly thin
he gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, sayin
'men have coloured me with the colours of their mind
so I fin
they used me as an excuse for all kinds of goof
and for crimes of all kind
all your so hard facts painted thinly on the voi
why were you not more pleasantly employe
anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go righ
and it's true if it makes you happy you know it makes the
world more brigh
and you shall have libert
it always was yours anywa
you're one of my kind, you're an infinite min
you make each new da
there's nothing more I can say
Printable Version