[Verse 1]
Night time in Budapest
So many people are waiting in line
Darkness without a glow
What a night to be watching a Christmas show

[Chorus]
What a magical mystery feeling
Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
Almost human in size
Like children with plague in their flesh
These puppets are oh so grotesque

[Verse 2]
Night time in Budapest
The Puppet Theater is so dark inside
Gas lamps light the stage
We're watching as the curtain begins to rise

[Chorus]
What a magical mystery feeling
Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
Almost human in size
Like children with plague in their flesh
These puppets are oh so grotesque
[Bridge]
Sssssshhhh, here come the puppets
There is 1, 2, I see 3 puppets waiting in the wing
Then they start to walk in line and suddenly they're all on the stage
I see the Puppet Master high above on the walkway
He pulls one string and up goes a leg, down goes a head
He pulls one more and then he lets them all go

[Guitar Solo: Andy LaRocque]

[Bridge]
No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all

[Verse 3]
I take a look at the little drummer boy, up on the stage, oh no
I think he looked at me, is he alive?
I get a little scared as he starts to play his drum
On the skin of his hand, I see a little cut (blood)

[Guitar Solos: Mike Wead / Andy LaRocque]

[Verse 4]
Night time in Budapest
So many things here are not what they seem
But we love them all
What a night to remember forevermore
[Chorus]
What a magical mystery feeling
Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
Almost human in size
Like children with plague in their flesh
These puppets are oh so grotesque

[Outro]
The show has come to an end
The master himself is on the stage
With his children, the curtain must fall
And then the puppets they are gone