Night time in Budapest   So many people are waiting in line   Darkness without a glow   What a night to be watching a Christmas show      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      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      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 so grotesque      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 he lets them all go!      [solo: Andy]      No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all...      I take a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage.. Oh no   I think he looked at me.. 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      [solos: Mike - Andy]      Night time in Budapest   So many things here are not what they seem   But we love them all   What a night to remember forevermore      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 so grotesque      The show has come to an end   The Master himself is on the STAGE   With his CHILDREN, the curtain must fal