The Puppet Master

Night time in Budapest

So many people are waiting in line

Darkness without a glow

What a night to be watching a Christmas show

What a magical mystery feeling

Dancing at the end of their silvery strings

Almost human in size

Like children with plague in their flesh

These Puppets are oh so grotesque

Night time in Budapest

The Puppet Theater is so dark inside

Gas lamps light the stage

We're watching as the curtain begins to rise

What a magical mystery feeling

Dancing at the end of their silvery strings

Almost human in size

Like children with plague in their flesh

These Puppets are so grotesque

Sssssshhhh...here come the Puppets

There is 1..2...I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing

Then they start to walk, in line

And suddenly they're all on the stage

I see the Puppet Master high above on the walkway

He pulls one string and up goes a leg.. Down goes a head

He pulls one more and he lets them all go!

No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all...

I take a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage.. Oh no

I think he looked at me.. ME, is he alive?

I get a little scared...as he starts to play his drum

On the skin of his hand, I see a little cut...BLOOD

Night time in Budapest

So many things here are not what they seem

But we love them all

What a night to remember forevermore

What a magical mystery feeling

Dancing at the end of their silvery strings

Almost human in size

Like children with plague in their flesh

These Puppets are so grotesque

The show has come to an end

The Master himself is on the STAGE

With his CHILDREN, the curtain must fall

And then the Puppets they are...Gone