Hey!
Peter Lorre!
Hey hey!
Peter Lorre!
Where'd all the money go?
Where'd all the money go?

I come to the stage with a tale of woe
Of suffering and faith and insolent pride
You must hear every word before you go
Do not try to run away and hide

I come to the stage with a game of risk
Catch me if you can and riddle me this
You must pay attention, you must be quick
Quicksilver quick

Hey!
Peter Lorre!
Hey hey!
Peter Lorre!
Where'd all the money go?
Where'd all the money go?

Seven against Thebes come
Raging raging drunk
Zeus hates the sound of a bragging tongue