Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head - They Might Be Giants

As your body floats down third street

With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes its sad to say you will romanticize

All the things youve 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

Theres a pounding at the door

Well its 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 guys 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 wouldnt 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 carwash

Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note

That said, «the checks in the mail, and

Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change»

If the pu-pu-puppet head

Was only bu-bu-busted in Ill 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