Peter Pumpkinhead came to town 
Spreading wisdom and cash around 
Fed the starving and housed the poor 
Showed the vatican what gold's for 
But he made too many enemies 
Of the people who would keep us on our knees 
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin 
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? 
Oh my! 
Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all 
Emptied churches and shopping malls 
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof 
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth 
But he made too many enemies... 
Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame 
Governments who would slur his name 
Plots and sex scandals failed outright 
Peter merely said 
Any kind of love is alright 
But he made too many enemies... 
Peter Pumpkinhead was too good 
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood 
He died grinning on live TV 
Hanging there he looked a lot like you 
And an awful lot like me! 
But he made too many enemies... 
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin 
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin 
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead 
Oh my oh my oh! 
Doesn't it make you want to cry oh?