The Puppet Who Gave Himself Strings Songtext

von Simon Curtis

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
You're playing London, name in lights,
Exactly how we planned…Except you're spending all your nights
In your Stromboli's hands.
I wonder when you're going to
Get the joke he's made of you…I wonder when you're going to
Get that you've been played.
He tells you to dance, he tells you to sing,
He picks the way you say you swing,
And everyone laughs, it's the funniest thing:"
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings!"
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Remember when you had a friend…A bunch of us, in fact…Until he chose to recommend
You stab us in the back.
I wonder when you're going to
Get the joke he's made of you…I wonder when you're going to
Get that you've been played.
He tells you to dance, he tells you to sing,
He picks the way you say you swing,
And everyone laughs, it's the funniest thing:"
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings!"
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh..."
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings."
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh..."
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings."
You're a possession that he's acquired,
A toy that's too dumb to see
He's gonna toss you on the fire
The same as you did me.
I wonder when you're going to
Get the joke he's made of you…I wonder when you're going to
Get that you've been played.
He tells you to dance, he tells you to sing,
He picks the way you say you swing,
And everyone laughs, it's the funniest thing:"
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings!"
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh..."
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings."
Uh-oh, uh-oh...
Look at the puppet who gave himself strings...