Peter Pumpkinhead came to town    Spreading wisdom and cash around    Fed the starving and housed the poor    Showed the Vatican what gold's for    But he made too many enemies    Of the people who would keep us on our knees    Hooray for Peter Pumpkin    Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?    Oh my!    Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all    Emptied churches and shopping malls    Where he spoke, it would raise the roof    Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth    But he made too many enemies...    Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame    Governments who would slur his name    Plots and sex scandals failed outright    Peter merely said    Any kind of love is alright    But he made too many enemies...    Peter Pumpkinhead was too good    Had him nailed to a chunk of wood    He died grinning on live TV    Hanging there he looked a lot like you    And an awful lot like me!    But he made too many enemies...    Hooray for Peter Pumpkin    Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin    Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead    Oh my oh my oh!    Don't it make you want to cry oh?