(Verse)
Lovely Mary, sweetie
That famous window smasher
Was just a quiet gloom of yodel-eh-hi-hi
From across Wisconsin
(Verse)
She took a pitch of c**aine
But only for her nerves
Was known for trembling hands
A little bottle in her purse
(Chorus)
She was a woodpecker
She couldn’t help but free
All the things that had inside
All the pretty trees
(Verse)
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At dusk she took the train
Just a hammer in her bag
She went from town to town, yodel-eh-hi-hi
Smashing every plain of gla**
(Verse)
Store fronts mirrors, windshields
Shattered in the night
Her hammer through a window’s gleam
Filled the air with light
(Chorus x2)
She was a woodpecker
She couldn’t help but free
All the things that had inside
All the pretty trees
(Verse)
In a state asylum
The windows caged in bars
The soaked her in a nice cold bath
Til she was seeing stars
(Verse)
Wrapped up in her straitjacket
Her mind still hammered on
Until the gla**es that are smashed, yodel-eh-hi-hi
And she flew off into the trees
(Chorus)
She was a woodpecker
She couldn’t help but free
All the things that had inside
All the pretty trees