Petey from Like by Martin Weller

Petey

Poor little Petey, he's so needy, oh such a sweetie
I wont hear a word against him, said
It'll go to his head

It's a matter of confidence
The chap needs a career
He's caught in a snare
With a haunted 1000 yard stare

Doubtlessly so talented
Slightly out of focus
Takes so much care
But sometimes he's not even there

Burning all his boats again
In a big old winter coat
One day it will work out
Until then he'll have our deepest sympathy

Either pomp or circumstance
Some folks get it rough
We can all have a laugh
Whilst we're sorting it

Wont hear a word against him, said
It'll go to his head
Dread - won't get out of his bed
Led - can't let go of his meds


Words written by Martin Weller
Music written by Martin Weller & Laurie Ward 2014

• 2015
• Acoustic
• Exmouth
• Laurie Ward
• Martin Weller
• Phil Treby
• Pop
• Stewart White
• indie
• rock
• Exmouth