Singers: The Peeper, the peeper, what's going his head? (Whoa!) [Leaves Peeper: the tree. Slowly, quietly. Lookin' for next branch. Found it. Got it. Window 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. [Door door opens- Lovin' it. Ohh my.... Hair's in a ponytail. She picks up the tv clicker. Click. [Tv noises] Sittin' back, Watchin. her watch. Lovin' it. She laughs. ha ha ha. I laugh. Oh yeah. a moment. panting] Theres a Not good. He can smell me. showered. Barkin'. Won't leave. Oh no, Here she comes. Stayin' motionless. dog's loosin' it. open] Girl: Bud! You be and go home like a good boy. [Dog stops barking and walks Peeper: see me. She's gorgeous. I'm grotesque. Peeper: at the front door! She goes to answer. opens] Peeper: HIM. Chiseled features. They 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: a guy in the tree out here. Full of shame. Woman: Are you Peeper: 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' in with a lead pipe! Peeper: still. Motionless. Pretending to be a squirrel. [Squirrel Peeper: Not working. She's calling. shattered. Peeper: humiliation. Ejaculation. Man: Aww! You pig! You're a piece of shit, ya know that?! Peeper: Yes I do. help myself. [Car pulling up and door Cop: L.A.P.D. Get from the tree buddy. [Squirrel Peeper: Trying the squirrel again. Looking for a nut. Cop: I said get down there! Peeper: I go. [Slam, slam, slam, Ohh. Woman: I they put you im for a long time! You need some serious help, you asshole! Peeper walking away: I know I do... an addiction. Let's go big guy. Come on. Peeper: Wife's gonna me. Cop: You can't be doing shit, Mr... Nipple clips. slamming into cop car seat] Peeper: Handcuffed. sniff fingers. slams and engine revs] Peeper: Please on me. Cop: Yeah, this is Tyler. Everything's under control. Peeper: Please piss on me? If somebody piss on me, that would be great. Singers: The peeper, bl-eeper, he's goin off to (Whoa!)