Peter, where are you?

Peter, where are you?

Mother sits all by herself

Ironing her Sunday best

Police are looking for a man

Who's wanted for arrest

Ah ah, ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah ah

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Hurry hurry

Hurry hurry

Peter, where are you?

Peter, where are you?

Killer stalks the darkened street

For a place to hide

Suddenly his face lights up

A back door open wide

Ah ah, ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah ah

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Hurry hurry

Hurry hurry

Peter, where are you?

Peter, where are you?

Peter

Peter

Killer kicks a bucket and it hits the ground

Mother hears a noise and she turns around

There she sees the killer standing with a knife

Terror stricken face screaming for her life

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Peter, where are you, son?

Your mother's calling you

Hurry hurry

Hurry hurry

Peter, where are you?

Peter, where are you?

Peter

Peter

Peter

Peter

Peter

Peter