The Jazz Butcher -V- Max Eider - Peter Lorre (1986)

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"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