Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll pretend
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
That she's somewhere else, so far and clear
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
About two thousand miles from here
Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Unaffected by the winter winds and he'll pretend
Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
About two thousand miles from here
That she would have listened to the words they said
Now she's finger licking to the man
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
But Sunny silhouette won't let him in
Now that Saturday is gone
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
That he's somewhere else, so far and clear
Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
He just wanders around
Poor Taylor, she just wanders around
But I can see that his break lights are on
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
