Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?

Fun surrounds him like a deep moat

Where does he get all those stories?

How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply


But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys

Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy


Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits

Doing it just 'cause he can

By Jove he's having a cocoa

Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries


But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys

Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy


The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes

And dwells with dangers daughter

Someone call the talking doctor

Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with murder
How dare him live out his dreams


But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys

Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy


Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh

Oh no