Singers: The Peeper, the peeper, what's going his head? (Whoa!) [Leaves Peeper: Climbin' 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. 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 Bathroom door opens- Lovin' it. Ohh my.... Hair's in a ponytail. She 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. panting] Theres a Not good. He can me. Shoulda showered. Barkin'. Won't leave. Oh no, Here she comes. motionless. Fuckin' dog's loosin' it. [window Bud! You be quiet and go home like a good boy. [Dog barking and walks off] doesn't see me. She's gorgeous. I'm grotesque. Peeper: Knock at the front door! She to answer. [Door Peeper: It's HIM. Chiseled features. They kiss. I'm fuming. Also hard. Hatin' myself. fingers. [Girl Peeper: She moans. aww. I moan. He looks up. Busted. Should not moaned... Peeper: He walks toward window. Man: Look at this guy. You gotta be fuckin' me! Peeper: of rage. Looking right at me. There's a guy in the tree out here. Peeper: of shame. Are you serious? 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' skull in a lead pipe! Peeper: Stayin' still. Motionless. to be a squirrel. noises] Peeper: Not working. She's calling. shattered. Peeper: humiliation. Ejaculation. Man: Aww! You pig! You're a piece 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. I said get down from there! Peeper: I go. [Slam, slam, slam, Ohh. Woman: I hope they put you im for a long time! You need some help, you asshole! Peeper walking away: I know I do... an addiction. Cop: go big guy. Come on. Peeper: Wife's kill me. Cop: You be doing this shit, Mr... Nipple clips. [Peeper slamming cop car seat] Handcuffed. Can't sniff fingers. [Door and engine revs] Please piss on me. Cop: Yeah, this is officer Tyler. under control. Peeper: Please piss on me? If somebody could on me, that would be great. Singers: The peeper, bl-eeper, he's goin off to (Whoa!)