Way back when before the Rolling Stones
I heard a little group was playing Casey Jones
It was a really silly place to put a saxophone
Peter made them change their minds

The wheels got rolling and the names got strange
The dogs got barking and the faces changed
And different hands were holding different reigns
To different destinations

He purred like a kitten and howled at the moon
His fingers were smitten with pistols at noon
Most men's arms and legs can only move
But he'd sing like a bird and dance like a firefly
Most men's arms and legs can only move
Peter leaves them all behind

All that jiving takes your breath away
And plagues white noses on a rainy day
Fresh fruit and fishing when the truth gets played
Peter leaves it all behind

And all those notes he thought were out of sight
Blowing french kisses on a humble flight
Light up the heavens on a starry night
Peter left them all behind

He purred like a kitten and howled at the moon
His fingers were smitten with pistols at noon
Most men's arms and legs can only move
But he'd sing like a bird and dance like a firefly
Most men's arms and legs can only move
Peter leaves them all behind

Most men's arms and legs can only move
Peter leaves them all behind