[Short Guitar Solo: Mike Wead]
[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
[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
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