He slips between the shadows of the city
Mysterious and silent as a cat
His talent for deception is a legend
And surprising for a guy who is so fat
The legend is that he was once a soldier
Until he lost his true love in the war
And now he wears a uniform of darkness
It's more slimming than the one he had before
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
His aim is true and yes his gun is quick
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
You will surrender to this private dick
When he takes on a case he is a tiger
And never rests until he's found his foe
You could no more divert him from his duty
Than pull a stranded camel from the snow
His room is spare, his needs are very simple
The engine of his dreams needs but one gas
You cannot make him run on gold or glory
But he's lightning when he's had a piece of ass
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
His aim is true and yes his gun is quick
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
You will surrender to this private dick
His friends are few, his enemies are plenty
Seductresses raise knives behind his back
Until they learn there's more to him than waistline
And drop their blades to join him in the sack
So Evil, when you make your move to take him
Lyle Peter knows you're in for a surprise
For when he shoots he always hits his target
Even as he eats his hamburger and fries
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
His aim is true and yes his gun is quick
Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter), Lyle Peter (Lyle Peter)
You will surrender to this private dick
- C. S. Winter
