I think it’s important to recognize all the brothermen living across the pond, so I wrote this poem in their honor:

I saw a peckah with a Chinese menu in his hand

Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain

He was looking for the place called “Lee Ho Fooks”

Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London,

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London,

ah-WOOOO!!!

If you hear him HOWLING around your kitchen door

You better not let him in

Little old lady got mutilated late last night

Peckahs of London again

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London,

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London!!!

He’s the (((hairy handed gent))) who ran amuck in Kent

Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair

You better stay away from him

He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim

Heh, I’d like to meet his tailor

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London,

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London!!!

Well I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen

And they were doing the Peckahs of London

I saw Lon Chaney Junior walking with the Queen

And they were doing the Peckahs of London

I saw a werewolf drinking a peckah colada at Trader Vic’s

And his hair was perfect

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London,

ah-WOOOO Peckahs of London!!!