Lovely Mary, sweetie That famous window smasher Was just a quiet gloom of yodel-eh-hi-hi From across Wisconsin She took a pitch of c**aine But only for her nerves Was known for trembling hands A little bottle in her purse She was a woodpecker She couldnt help but free All the things that had inside All the pretty trees 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** Store fronts mirrors, windshields Shattered in the night Her hammer through a windows gleam Filled the air with light She was a woodpecker She couldnt help but free All the things that had inside All the pretty trees She was a woodpecker She couldnt help but free All the things that had inside All the pretty trees In a state asylum The windows caged in bars The soaked her in a nice cold bath Til she was seeing stars 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 She was a woodpecker She couldnt help but free All the things that had inside All the pretty trees