Jazz Butcher

Peter Lorre

Jazz Butcher


Hummer. Hummer. Hummer. 
Hummer. Hummer. Hummer. 

"Peter Lorre isn't really dead" 

Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right, he's all right 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, he's on your side 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, you can trust him 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right 

Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick, he's a brick 
You can count on him in trouble Even if it's really thick 
Any crisis, he'll be there Like a little squidgy bear 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick 

Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre Runs a nightclub way downtown 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre Always wears a evil frown 
Don't spit on his shoes Or mess up his hair 
Or he will shoot you dead And go back upstairs 

But it's okay 
It's all right, you can trust him Peter Lorre's on your side 
You can trust him with your secrets He'll give you some place to hide 
Don't you worry, don't you fret Peter Lorre is a pet 
You can trust that Peter Lorre He's a vet 

A real gentleman 
Never bad and never rude 
Never mad and never crude 
Just like Sydney Greenstreet 
Just like Sydney... Green...street 
In any crisis he'll be there 
Like a little squidgy bear 
That's Peter Lorre, not Sydney Greenstreet 

And 
You can trust him, you can trust him He's all right, he's all right 
You can trust this tiny person Peter Lorre's on your side 
Sydney Greenstreet does not scare him Peter Lorre knows no fear 
Fearless little Peter Lorre He's a brick 

Woo! 

Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right, he's all right 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick, he's a brick 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, he's on your side 
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick