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 cocaine But only for her nerves Was known for trembling hands A little bottle in her purse She was a woodpecker She couldn't 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 glass Store fronts mirrors, windshields Shattered in the night Her hammer through a window's gleam Filled the air with light She was a woodpecker She couldn't 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 glasses that are smashed, yodel-eh-hi-hi And she flew off into the trees She was a woodpecker She couldn't help but free All the things that had inside All the pretty trees