Beat this one

Pete The Feet

When I first came to London my life was filled with gloom
I was staying at a boarding house and shared a double room
My roommates' name was Peter he really caused it all
If you should ever go there you'll see this on the wall

Oh pete the trouble is your feet
They really don't smell very sweet
Their nauseating aroma put the cat into a coma
Pete please wash your feet

I swear he never washed his socks quite hard and stiff they were
Every night he took them off and leaned them up against a chair
At night they sometimes walked around and made a squeaking noise
And if you listened hard enough you'd hear a tiny voice singing

Pete the trouble is your feet
They really don't smell very sweet
Their nauseating aroma put the cat into a coma
So pete please wash your feet

The room was on the upper floor and visitors were rare
Because the smell of sweaty socks went wafting down the stairs
One day when one did survive the fumes that came from pete
He lit a match the gas blew up and he landed in the street
Where he sat in the middle of the road and sang

Oh pete the trouble is your feet
They really don't smell very sweet
Their nauseating aroma put the cat into a coma
So pete please wash your feet

Alas poor peter passed away it really was quite sordid
The methane round his feet caught fire and blew him into orbit
And now in heaven he flies around on little smelly wings
And as he learns to play his harp a heavenly choir sings

Oh pete the trouble is your feet
They really don't smell very sweet
Their nauseating aroma put the cat into a coma
So pete please wash your feet

Regards John