Sweet unique Pete
Ladies massaging his feet at the mall
If you need something fixed, he knows who to call
On the weekends, taught basketball
Every shirt got a stain
Every diner knew his name
Still looking for who to blame
Losing my religion like R.E.M.
Cos I lost my friend
A second father to me
Like I won the lottery
The fart jokes never bothered me
Maybe god stopped watching me
He should’ve been a poppy
Never drank coke cos of nazi’s
A Diet Pepsi fan, no caffeine
In heaven, there’s no bad dreams
No sad scenes
B movie horror comedies
No cornbread, it’s just Alora and me
He should’ve walked her down the aisle
Now it’s up to me to make her smile
If heaven was a mile away
I’d be there today
Like a partridge in a pear tree
Life isn’t fair to me
Let’s all wake up from this nightmare
Look at the couch and you’ll be right there
Eating dark chocolate cos it’s good for your heart
The man told jokes like it was a form of art
Never take life for granted
Bring your wife back a sandwich
All the nights in anguish
All the good times like J.J., dynamite
Poolside Villaroma nights
Speeding motorbike
I feel just like an empty eggshell
My yolk is heavy
I hoped you’d get well
As we dwell in sadness
No more summer madness
Hotel pools
Hot dogs and O’Douls
Peter was so cool
My girls best friend like a diamond
Playing pinball with gentle Ben and simple Simon
A heart of a lion, even bigger
A thousand words in a picture
A family man
Sweeter than candy land
My friend Pete
Always made ends meet
Cooler than Kool Keith
Liked to ask me about Height Keech
A New Jersey Devil’s fan
A stone cold rebel man
A giant in our eyes
Sweet potato fries
He’s a jukebox hero
I’m a bonafide weirdo
But we got along so great
Friday’s at the Fountain Bleu, chicken Milano on his plate
Only you could make someone miss Piscataway
I promise to marry your daughter
Where’s my mind? Way out in the water
See it swimming like pixie dust
They used to call it puppy love
I hope you find what you’re looking for Peter man
We’ll fly away to a new world like Peter Pan
Hanging with your mom in Ben’s deli
Eating peanut butter out the jar
Peter on the tambourine
Jimi on the harp

Could it be you’ve been away too long
I prayed and prayed and prayed that you weren’t gone
Listening to songs for insane times
You’ll be in our hearts and on our minds