Pistol packin’ Pete.
Headin’ for your street.
Bullets fly from his gun.
In the “Spaghetti Western”.
Then when he’s mowed a few critters down.
Back on his horse to the next town.
Pistol packin’ Pete…It’s what he does best.
It’s no fluke he’s survived this long in the Wild West.
In the Saloon bar some cheat pulls an ace from up his sleeve.
Pete pulls out his pistol, as with the kitty he threatens to leave.
He blows him away then rides off into the night.
Pistol packin’ Pete.To movie goers, he delights.