Lyrics Mr. Wright - The Claypool Lennon Delirium

Mr. Wright

He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Oh that good old fine upstanding Mr. Wright
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her dance
He likes to watch her dance, puts a twitch into his pants
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her dance
He likes to watch her dance, to watch her dance
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Oh that good old fine upstanding Mr. Wright
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her sleep
He likes to watch her sleep, exhilarated by the peep
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her sleep
He likes to watch her sleep, to watch her sleep
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Oh that good old fine upstanding Mr. Wright
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her shower
He likes to watch her shower, such a pretty little flower
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her shower
He likes to watch her shower, watch her shower
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Oh that good old fine upstanding Mr. Wright
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her pee
He likes to watch her pee, he’s trembling with glee
He sets up little cameras ‘cause he likes to watch her pee
What a dirty little bastard he can be
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night, to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Something’s going wrong with Mr. Wright
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
He’s creeping through the night to ease his lustful plight
He’s creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping through the night
Oh that good old fine upstanding Mr. Wright