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