Singers: The Peeper, the peeper, what's going through his (Whoa!) rustling] 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. 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. out nipple clips. Painful! ow... but deserve it. opening] Bathroom door opens- Lovin' it. Ohh my.... Hair's in a ponytail. She 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. [Dog a dog- Not good. He can me. Shoulda showered. Barkin'. leave. Oh no, Here she comes. Stayin' motionless. Fuckin' dog's loosin' it. open] Girl: Bud! You be quiet and go home a good boy. [Dog barking and walks off] doesn't see me. She's gorgeous. I'm grotesque. Peeper: Knock at the door! She goes to answer. opens] Peeper: It's HIM. features. They kiss. I'm fuming. Also hard. Hatin' myself. Sniffin' fingers. [Girl She moans. aww. I moan. He looks up. Busted. Should not have moaned... Peeper: He walks toward window. Man: Look at guy. You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me! Full of rage. Looking right at me. Man: There's a guy in the out here. Peeper: of shame. Woman: Are you Peeper: Completely worthless. 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 skull in with a lead pipe! Peeper: Stayin' still. Motionless. to be a squirrel. noises] Peeper: Not working. calling. Dreams 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 up and door opening] Cop: L.A.P.D. Get from the tree buddy. [Squirrel Peeper: Trying the squirrel thing again. for a nut. Cop: I said get down there! Down 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 I do... It's an addiction. Cop: go big guy. Come on. Peeper: Wife's kill me. Cop: You can't be doing this shit, Mr... clips. [Peeper slamming into cop car Handcuffed. Can't sniff fingers. [Door and engine revs] Peeper: Please on me. Yeah, this is officer Tyler. Everything's under control. Peeper: Please piss on me? If somebody could piss on me, would be great. Singers: The peeper, bl-eeper, goin off to jail (Whoa!)