*SongFic*
"Puttin' up with Peter Pettigrew"
(By Chou)
Original song:
"Puttin up with the Joneses"
By Spirit of The West
A/N: Wow, this is my first song fic, and I just sorta got the idea by listening to me Spirit of the West CD… man they rock. J Well, here it is. One of my favourites, I thought it really suited Peter Pettigrew, except that he has a wife in this fic.. Sorry, but it's the only way I could do this properly. Whatever… enjoy!
Oh no… oh no.. oh no! Oh no!! Mr. Pettigrew has a little problem. His fiery eyes won't see that it is me. He's the size of a man with the potential of a boy, now God what kind of child could this be? I'm afraid that he'll amount to all of nothing, The joy of reading the ATM he'll never know, and in the rat race of our computer guided world, he stands no chance of winning let alone a place or show!
So lock him up and throw away the key, boys! Mr. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock him up tight, cuz if he had the chance he might show us that we're wrong, and that's the one thing we can't be! Oh no… oh no!
Mr. Pettigrew wanted to be married. It seemed like such a cute thing at the time. Two peas in a pod, two of a kind, who'd never have to ask each other: "what is on your mind?" It seems the only thing to make him happy, and happy's such a civil thing to be. And if they keep to themselves like to books upon a shelf, the kind you judge by the cover and never take the time to read.
So lock them up and throw away the key, boys! The Pettigrews are not like you or me. Lock them up tight, cuz if they had the chance they might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Peter, we're ablated to and for you. Though you failed to meet the standards, we've a place where they wait for you. It's a ways outside of town. But the distance has its uses; close enough to make the effort, far enough to make excuses.
So lock him up and throw away the key, boys! Mr. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock him up tight, cuz if he had the chance he might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Mrs. Pettigrew wants to have a baby. She says that as a woman it's her right. Oh, yes we tried to tell her, I guess that she forgot; when she and Peter were at the doctors they tied the knot! Why can't she just be happy in her own world? Then we can all be happy here in ours. And we could still help out, even go as far as to stop up at the safe and drop some pennies in the jar.
So lock her up and throw away the key, boys! Mrs. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock her up tight, cuz if she had; the chance she might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
So lock them up and throw away the key, boys! The Pettigrews are not like you or me. Lock them up tight, cuz if they had the chance they might try to tell us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Oh no.. oh no! Ohh noo! Oh noo!!! Ohhh no-ho!!
"Puttin' up with Peter Pettigrew"
(By Chou)
Original song:
"Puttin up with the Joneses"
By Spirit of The West
A/N: Wow, this is my first song fic, and I just sorta got the idea by listening to me Spirit of the West CD… man they rock. J Well, here it is. One of my favourites, I thought it really suited Peter Pettigrew, except that he has a wife in this fic.. Sorry, but it's the only way I could do this properly. Whatever… enjoy!
Oh no… oh no.. oh no! Oh no!! Mr. Pettigrew has a little problem. His fiery eyes won't see that it is me. He's the size of a man with the potential of a boy, now God what kind of child could this be? I'm afraid that he'll amount to all of nothing, The joy of reading the ATM he'll never know, and in the rat race of our computer guided world, he stands no chance of winning let alone a place or show!
So lock him up and throw away the key, boys! Mr. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock him up tight, cuz if he had the chance he might show us that we're wrong, and that's the one thing we can't be! Oh no… oh no!
Mr. Pettigrew wanted to be married. It seemed like such a cute thing at the time. Two peas in a pod, two of a kind, who'd never have to ask each other: "what is on your mind?" It seems the only thing to make him happy, and happy's such a civil thing to be. And if they keep to themselves like to books upon a shelf, the kind you judge by the cover and never take the time to read.
So lock them up and throw away the key, boys! The Pettigrews are not like you or me. Lock them up tight, cuz if they had the chance they might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Peter, we're ablated to and for you. Though you failed to meet the standards, we've a place where they wait for you. It's a ways outside of town. But the distance has its uses; close enough to make the effort, far enough to make excuses.
So lock him up and throw away the key, boys! Mr. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock him up tight, cuz if he had the chance he might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Mrs. Pettigrew wants to have a baby. She says that as a woman it's her right. Oh, yes we tried to tell her, I guess that she forgot; when she and Peter were at the doctors they tied the knot! Why can't she just be happy in her own world? Then we can all be happy here in ours. And we could still help out, even go as far as to stop up at the safe and drop some pennies in the jar.
So lock her up and throw away the key, boys! Mrs. Pettigrew is not like you or me. Lock her up tight, cuz if she had; the chance she might show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
So lock them up and throw away the key, boys! The Pettigrews are not like you or me. Lock them up tight, cuz if they had the chance they might try to tell us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be!
Oh no.. oh no! Ohh noo! Oh noo!!! Ohhh no-ho!!