Peter's on the loose   I'd like to see him again   I remember when   We made love   On the jetty in the rain   When the fishing boats would   Come back in   At the end of the day   He'd run up the hill to my cabin   With a swordfish and he'd say:   "Girl I want you all over again"'   All over again      In Menemsha, Menemsha   Menemsha, Menemsha      The sunset on the sound   Was almost too much to take   We would dance on the hill   With our friends   'Til the morning would break   Everybody drank too much beer   In those days   Thank God it wasn't whisky   Or we'd all be dead   And Peter and me we'd pull the shades   Everyone was interested   In Peter and me      In Menemsha, Menemsha   Menemsha, Menemsha