In a town near Albuquerque
lived a most concerned young boy
He said, lately I have noticed folks don't live with peace and joy
With frowns and worries in their faces they're lost and don't know where to go
He said, I'll get the people straightened by putting on a puppet show.
The young New Mexican puppeteer, he saw the people all live in fear
He thought that maybe they'd listen to a puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear the young New Mexican puppeteer.
First he carved out young Abe Lincoln, Abe will teach 'em civil rights
Then a king named Martin Luther, so they'd recall his peacefull fight
Old Mark Twain, his wit and wisdom, will surely show them life is fun
But he smiled with satisfaction, when the prince of peace was done.
Now his puppet shows were clever, and he made the people laugh
When he got across the message, to walk along love's open path
They built him his own puppet theatre, decked out with spotlights yellow and red
And then they wrote him up in all the papers, and this is what the story said (it said):
Das waren noch Zeiten, als so ein netter, optimistischer Song zum Hit werden konnte... Zwei Generationen später war der Puppenspieler von New Mexico zum Rattenfänger und zum Gangsterpaten mutiert und kam nicht mehr aus Albuquerque, sondern aus Kenya :-(