Puppets

So your back here where you started

In the land of kiss and tell

Where they cure your (auto something)

Just for fun 'cos you do it well

And your eyes shine so brightly

Like the dew in a tropical land

As you slobber over vomit

Served with cocktail and some crackers

And your agents anorexic great at given head

Likes a snifter in the morning

And carrot juice in bed

And the M. D. has a fetish

For small Cornetto cones

I guess he blames his parents

Who left him on his own

Here come the puppets, the ideal stars

Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars

Send in the medics

They think they've got ethics

Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday

There are many splendid things in life

Things we can't conceive

Like the fig in the figroll

And the mix in (Lisa's jeans)

Dyslexic when you're drinking

Backwards on your knees

Happy ever after all

You were only trained to please

(born in clouds come) heavy

Full of heavy metal dust

It's raining stranger afternoons

Not knowing who to trust

Silence is unfamiliar

Living in a stereo swell

Mercy feels his mistress

An ace from T.V. hell

Here come the puppets, the ideal stars

Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars

Send in the medics

They think they've got ethics

Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday