Tekstovi: They Might Be Giants. Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head.

As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you've known before

It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great

And as you take a bath in that beaten path
There's a pounding at the door
Well it's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says, "The good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind?

You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside, put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else

If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldn't have to cry

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside, put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Memo to myself, do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head

Quit my job down at the car wash
Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, "The check's in the mail, and
I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change?

If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
I'll see you after school

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside, put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside, put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head