now, way up with the whipporwhillnafter midnight in your buster brownsndrinking in the graveyardnnot only 'cause you like the sound of itnoh mom and dad won't let me come into townnsince they found your letter lying aroundnn(chorus)nif you're worried that i'll snitchnwell, you really shouldn't bothernyou can rest assured, i will tell everyone i knowndon't you sweat it for a minutenthere's not reason that your fathernwouldn't let you goni know he will let you gonnnow peter, you and me we are just coming from a different stockneverything you wanna do i just say no 'cause it's not my ideanoh baby you know, i'm just a dilettanteni'm just chipping with you 'til i figure out what i wantnn(chorus)n