Puppet Song Lyrics - U - Incredible String Band

Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall 

You get a certain sensation of reality 

When you take a look through your memory book 

You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity 

The crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away 

Throwing clouds of rain over brightest day 

And there was once a little man 

He worked all day and slept all the night 

He looked at the sun, it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right 

He wondered, did the world go rolling along on its own 

Or did some spirit move it with a black cat bone? 

And he set out to find the causes behind the events in the world 

And the seasons of the mind 

So he asked his wife about it, and his wife said, yes 

Come back and see me, if it's time to know less 

You do too much a questions of the world at large 

Everybody knows the politician's in charge 

So he went to the King house just the next day 

To see that politician with his hair dyed gray 

Jump down, turn around, blow you up or kiss the ground 

Trying to be the president of the land so gay 

He had those false pretendies, I had to love his style 

Bound to make some havoc with that violin smile 

Hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking, talking something 

You paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man 

Muchos dollars if you can 

And so the little man asked the politician 

Who makes the plan, who makes the plan? 

What happens to me and who has the key? 

Now you are asking me, who makes the scene 

His highness, King Gold and Madam Silver, his queen 

They keep it all a rustling with the dollars and pounds 

And everyone knows that money makes the world go around 

And so the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silver 

Come, tell me, what you can 

And King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden bed 

Now money is something, it's a basic flow 

And me, I am the archetype of jewels and dough 

I do a lot of talking, both slow and fast 

But me make decisions, no, of course, it's the past 

For the past is something, we all have some 

And universal history is a bundle of fun 

Now I get sleepy, starting to nod 

And if you want to check the picture, want to check the picture 

Want to check it, check it with God 

And so the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder 

To the heavenly lands 

And he shed a tear, "It's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear" 

Now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chair 

Breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly air 

The little man got near him just to get right from wrong 

Said, "God, are you responsible for all that goes on?" 

God looked up from having a heavenly think 

He gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, saying 

"Men have colored me with the colors of their minds, so I find 

They use me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs 

And for crimes of all kinds 

All your so hard facts painted thinly on the void 

Why were you not more pleasantly employed? 

Anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go right 

And it's true, if it makes you happy 

Oh, you know it makes the world more bright 

And you shall have liberty, liberty, it always was yours anyway 

You're one of my kind, you're an infinite mind 

You make each new day 

There's nothing more I can say"