Singers: The Peeper, the peeper, what's through his head? (Whoa!) rustling] Peeper: Climbin' the tree. Slowly, quietly. Lookin' for next branch. Found it. Got it. high. Great view. Settlin' in. Keepin' it quiet. Hidden. Heart pounding through chest. Waiting. Lookin' around. Nervous. Lights on, jackpot, there she is. Ohh my. New pants. Classy- not too tight. Walkin' around the room. No idea I'm here. Lovin' it. Rubbin' her feet. Tough day. Relaxin'. Hops off bed, goin' towards bathroom. Shuttin' the door. Alone again. Waiting. Lookin' around. Bored. Pullin' out nipple clips. Painful! ow... but deserve it. opening] Bathroom door opens- it. Ohh my.... Hair's in a ponytail. She picks up the tv clicker. Click. [Tv makes back, Watchin. Watchin' her watch. Lovin' it. She laughs. ha ha ha. I laugh. Oh yeah. a moment. [Dog Theres a Not good. He can me. Shoulda showered. Barkin'. Won't leave. Oh no, Here she comes. Stayin' motionless. Fuckin' dog's it. open] Girl: Bud! You be quiet and go home a good boy. [Dog barking and walks off] Peeper: see me. She's gorgeous. I'm grotesque. Peeper: Knock at the front door! She to answer. [Door Peeper: It's HIM. Chiseled features. kiss. I'm fuming. Also hard. Hatin' myself. Sniffin' fingers. moans] Peeper: She moans. aww. I moan. He up. Busted. Should not have moaned... Peeper: He walks toward window. Man: Look at this guy. You be fuckin' kiddin' me! Full of rage. Looking right at me. Man: There's a guy in the out here. Full of shame. Woman: Are you Completely worthless. Hard as a rock. Man: I see you shithead! Well the cops are comin' you sick fuck! And if you even think of runnin' away I'll bash your fuckin' skull in a lead pipe! Stayin' still. Motionless. Pretending to be a squirrel. [Squirrel Peeper: Not working. She's calling. shattered. Peeper: humiliation. Ejaculation. Man: Aww! You gross pig! You're a of shit, ya know that?! Yes I do. Can't help myself. [Car pulling up and door L.A.P.D. Get down from the tree buddy. [Squirrel Peeper: the squirrel thing again. Looking for a nut. Cop: I said get down there! Peeper: I go. [Slam, slam, slam, Ohh. Woman: I hope they put you im for a long time! You some serious help, you asshole! Peeper walking away: I know I do... an addiction. Cop: Let's go big guy. on. Peeper: Wife's kill me. Cop: You can't be this shit, Mr... Nipple clips. [Peeper into cop car seat] Peeper: Handcuffed. sniff fingers. [Door and engine revs] Peeper: Please on me. Yeah, this is officer Tyler. Everything's under control. Peeper: piss on me? If somebody could piss on me, that would be great. Singers: The peeper, bl-eeper, he's goin off to (Whoa!)