Eliza: vocals Mike Alexander: bass Sean Foley: piano Jerome Widenhouse: trumpet Earl Sachais: trombone Mike Rhodes: drums

The sentiment in this song was probably unconsciously inspired by a song I loved as a child called Boney Fingers: “Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers.”

Lyrics

Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, who you gonna listen to, by and by? Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, you work yourself to death, all you gonna do is die. Scoot yourself off the edge and get the water splashed all around your head. Cause mark my words, there’s a glory girl, who’s waiting just to flap herself around the world. Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, what makes you work all the day and all the night? Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, is it your love of life or are you bound in fright? Scoot yourself off the edge and give yourself a day just to lay in bed. You work so hard, you’ll run out of steam and then what will you have but just a broken dream?