Cousins-Cronk My friend Peter was not that old He was a generous man with a heart of gold They took his money, they took his home They wouldn't leave my friend Peter alone. My friend Peter's mother, boy, she was a b**h All she ever gave him was a nervous twitch She left her money to her fancy gent She didn't leave my friend Peter a cent. My friend Peter was the company boss With labour problems and a heavy loss The school bills came with a rise in fees My friend Peter was on his knees. My friend Peter was never hip But his wife was fond of the groovy trip She spent her money like she spent her nights She wouldn't show my friend Peter the sights. My friend Peter was a worried guy When the taxman came with his beady eye They froze his bank account and took his car They wouldn't let my friend Peter go far. My friend Peter was a family man With a decent job and a long-term plan He loved his kids, adored his wife My friend Peter just took his life.