Peter, Paul & Eric

Saint Peter. Turned his back and left
We tried to wish him luck
But, he didn't need it
He met an old man
He met a poor man
He met a hungry man
He met a small man

Peter stopped
Peter laughed
Left him to starve
Peter, with no time for fools, had better things to do
Peter had so much to gain
So far too much to lose
That old fool had nothing Peter needs

Don't go me, myself, and I
All together, all the time
We can make the world go 'round

Holy Paul. Packed his bag and left
We offered to help out, but
He told us to stay in
He met a young man
He met a dirty man
He mad a sad man
He met a boring man

Paul came up
Paul passed by
Left him to cry
Paul had stardom in his eye, Holy Paul was high
Let the good times roll the dice
Let the bad times go
Young man, you have nothing that I want!

Don't go me, myself, and I
All together, all the time
We can make the world go 'round

If you go down the hall
And to the right of sunrise
You'll find a table set with more than I can eat
If you go further down
And to the left of twilight
You'll find a private bar with more than I can drink
If you keep walking downwards
Just above the furnice
You'll find that empty barrell of water for my darlin's tea
And when you reach the coalmine's
Just outside the gates to Hell
You'll find that speacial place for a few little men

Eric. Cleared the table
All by himself he stopped
To greet the seasons
He met an old man
He met a young man
He met him on his way
He met him everyday

Together
They made and ate their meals
Together
They drank and celebrate
Together
They heard the growing grass
Together
They watched the sun shining bright
All together now

Ettogher. Rogetther. Tterogher. Tor Edgar
Hello? Is this the police?

Knock, knock - who's there?
Relax, just let your middle-finger do the trick
Sweet Mary Lou, what's wrong with you?
Make my wildest dreams come true
Give this cold, old Santa some hot
Have yourself a cup of tea