The Legend of Finger Plunging Pete

Hushed voice, male singer, Western, southern, gritty, theme song

Now the kind of hole didn't really matter, nasty, scary or taboo
Woop out that fist and cram it in is what Pete was gonna do
My special friend would dive right in with callous disregard 
But then again who's really to blame? when you hang out with retards
But soon you'd see him chasing, some women with his fist in the air
and pretty soon there after is when you'd always hear

[Chorus]
Ah what hell ya' doing, ya dumb little shit?
With your big dumb smile and your stretched out fist
why don't you go away and stop chasing my friends
Put your pants back on and try to comprehend
Stop freaking me out with that nefarious stare
and get you fucking finger out of there!

[Verse 2]
So another thing about Peter, is he never grew real tall
His face frozen in this dopey smile, with a kinda crooked jaw
he got real excited when he walked, kinda made a squeaky sound
old as it got I never had the heart, to take him to the pound
poor little fella was sure determined, but also pretty lame
his constant attempts to find new friends always ended up the same

[Bridge]
So if you're ever walking down a crowded path
and you see a woman covering her holes and running really fast
look around and if you lucky, you just might get to see
the man the legend live in the flesh, Fucking Finger Plunging Pete!

[Outro]
the man, the legend, the hero, Fucking Finger Plunging Pete!

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[Verse 1] So I knew a man named Peter, he was a real "special" sort He came out of the "special" kind, the ones they usually abort Ol' Special Pete had a special job, in a manner of speech He'd cram his finger, or fist or arm, into any hole in reach Now the kind of hole didn't really matter, nasty, scary or taboo Woop out that fist and cram it in is what Pete was gonna do My special friend would dive right in with callous disregard But then again who's really to blame? when you hang out with retards But soon you'd see him chasing, some women with his fist in the air and pretty soon there after is when you'd always hear [Chorus] Ah what hell ya' doing, ya dumb little shit? With your big dumb smile and your stretched out fist why don't you go away and stop chasing my friends Put your pants back on and try to comprehend Stop freaking me out with that nefarious stare and get you fucking finger out of there! [Verse 2] So another thing about Peter, is he never grew real tall His face frozen in this dopey smile, with a kinda crooked jaw he got real excited when he walked, kinda made a squeaky sound old as it got I never had the heart, to take him to the pound poor little fella was sure determined, but also pretty lame his constant attempts to find new friends always ended up the same [Chorus] Ah what hell ya' doing, ya dumb little shit? With your big dumb smile and your stretched out fist why don't you go away and stop chasing my friends Put your pants back on and try to comprehend Stop freaking me out with that nefarious stare and get you fucking finger out of there! [Bridge] So if you're ever walking down a crowded path and you see a woman covering her holes and running really fast look around and if you lucky, you just might get to see the man the legend live in the flesh, Fucking Finger Plunging Pete! [Chorus] Ah what hell ya' doing, ya dumb little shit? With your big dumb smile and your stretched out fist why don't you go away and stop chasing my friends Put your pants back on and try to comprehend Stop freaking me out with that nefarious stare and get you fucking finger out of there! [Outro] the man, the legend, the hero, Fucking Finger Plunging Pete!

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