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Lyrics:
You tap your feet on the wooden stage Your routine is all the rage The children laugh as they watch the show Unaware of things they ought to know Don’t see the hands that are pulling the strings and fill their heads with impossible things If they knew where you were coming from They’d run away from all your Babylon
It seems you like punchin’ Judy, poor Judy, what did Judy ever do to you? I don’t know, but it’s part of the show, and who am I to ever question you? To be certain, if I peek around the curtain, to see who’s running the show You yell, “hate!” And you ex-communicate and you say, I’m going down below.
Mary Annette I peeked around and what do you know You’re just a puppet in a puppet show
Now we see you on the tv set and on the world, wide internet Tellin’ people that God is broke Takin’ advantage of the simpler folk But when the strings cut and you collapse On the stage in a pile of trash The people who once sang in your choir Will warm their hands over you in the fire
Because you liked punchin’ Judy, poor Judy, what did Judy ever do to you? I don’t know, but it was part of the show, and who was I to ever question you? Poor Mary, the end for you is scary and it’s not what I wanted at all I tried to warn ya, so I would have to mourn ya, that pride comes before a fall
Mary Annette I peeked around and what do you know You’re just a puppet in a puppet show
Oh, how the mighty fall. The people who once sang in your choir Warm their hands over you in the fire
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