Poor Little Puppet - Jan & Dean
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
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
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
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
Poor little puppet