| The paper called it suicide |
| A bullet from a forty-five |
| Nobody cared and nobody cried |
| Don’t that make you feel sad? |
| Peter Brent combed his hair and sent |
| For the police |
| Policeman came took Peter’s name |
| God may he rest in peace |
| No one saw the note beside the body |
| Nobody knew the problem but my God |
| Suicide |
| Yeah Mama |
| The body remains unidentified |
| Forgotten in a file |
| Like the letter that was blown aside |
| Don’t that make you wanna smile? |
| Ya ya ya ya |
| Ya ya ya ya |
| Awhile |
| Smile a little while |
| For the suicide |
| Comin' up |
| No one was really satisfied |
| About number eighty one |
| The autopsy proved that Peter lied |
| But they never found the gun |
| No one saw the note beside the body |
| Nobody knew the problem but my God |
| Suicide |
| The paper called it suicide |
| A bullet from a forty-five |
| Nobody cared and nobody cried |
| Don’t that make you wanna pucker? |
| {I'm Jones the one when you drive there |
| This is his solo miya |
| This is song called Sha la la…} |