Peter`s on the loose
I`d like to see him again
I remember when
We made love
On the jetty in the rain.
When the fishing boats would
Come back in
At the end of the day
He`d run up the hill to my cabin
With a swordfish and he`d say:
`Girl I want you all over again`
All over again
In Menemsha, Menemsha
Menemsha, Menemsha
The sunset on the sound
Were almost too much to take
We would dance on the hill
With our friends
`Til the morning would break
Everybody drank too much beer
In those days
Thank God it wasn`t whisky
Or we`d all be dead
And Peter and me we`d pull the shades
Everyone was interested
In Peter and me
In Menemsha, Menemsha
Menemsha, Menemsha