[G][D] [C] [G]
My friend Pete is from the [G]Emerald Isle,
He [C]makes me laugh, always [G]wears a smile,
Lately he’s changing; I [D]fear it is bad,
I [C]think he is going [G]completely mad.
A friend set up ‘bigcharliepo[D]tatohead',
“I [C]want to be a part of [G]that, Pete said,
“I want to be seen on the [D]World Wide Web,
I [C]want to be famous be[G]fore I am [G7]dead.
[C]Peter, oh Peter, why can [G]you not see,
Just [D]what this friend is [G]doing to [G7]thee,
Your [C]pictures on there are [G]not really cool,
[D]They portray you as little more than a [G]fool.
[D][C][G]
The [G]cart ride in goggles, well [D]that’s not so bad,
But the [C]quick spiral downward is [G]so very sad,
A child’s Superman suit on [D]top of a car,
Is [C]taking the first step in [G]going too far.
Then to be strimming the [D]grass in the nude,
Well [C]Peter, my friend, this is [G]getting quite rude,
You next hide your bits with an [D]orange bush,
With [C]pictures like this and you [G]don’t even [G7]blush.
[C]Peter, oh Peter, why can [G]you not see,
Just [D]what this friend is [G]doing to [G7]thee,
Your [C]pictures on there are [G]not really cool,
[D]They portray you as little more than a [G]fool.
[D][C][G]
If men in white coats don’t put [D]you in a van,
Then the [C]Police may arrest you [G]if they can,
I am worried about this [D]path you do take,
You [C]want fame and fortune not [G]jail for heaven’s [G7]sake.
[C]Peter, oh Peter, why can [G]you not see,
Just [D]what this friend is [G]doing to [G7]thee,
Your [C]pictures on there are [G]not really cool,
[D]They portray you as little more than a [G]fool.
[C][G]