The Puppet Who Gave Himself Strings - 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

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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…