[Lyric] Paint It Michael And Others Maybe (Blues Section)

[Verse 1]
Well, Peter was a shop man
Up every day at five
He’s marking up his papers
Keeping all the folks alive
He’d shout and swear each morn
If his cup of tea just wasn’t right

[Verse 2]
Well, I was in the gang
Who delivered all the papers every day
There was Rob, Pete, Mick
Some others that I can’t even say
We’d look at Peter’s face
Then we’d take his papers all away

[Guitar Solo]

[Saxophone Solo]

[Verse 3]
One summer morning
Michael camе to visit my place
We’d nothing to do
So we paintеd up Michael’s face
He put a long coat on
And a cane around his neck in case
[Verse 4]
We brought him to the shop
He walked straight through the door
The customers were shocked
And I guess that they don’t go no more
Pete fell in the fridge
And the rest of us fell on the floor