| Once he had a mind of his own, |
| He used to me a man amongst men |
| Everything went swell, 'till he met that Jezebel |
| And he hasn’t been the same since then, |
| And I doubt if he ever will again |
| Poor little puppet, she’s got him tied to a string |
| That poor little thing, he does what she wants |
| Every time she pulls her finger |
| Poor little puppet |
| He’s a fool, an ordinary fool |
| He can’t tell the evil from the good |
| I tell him every day that he should break away |
| But he never seems to listen when he should |
| I guess it’s 'cause his head is made of wood |
| Hurts me so, to see him pushed around |
| How I wish that I could set him free |
| Time and time again, I’m broken hearted when |
| I look into the mirror and I see, |
| That little puppet lookin' back at me |