Lauren Christy The Night I Saved Peter Ustinov
I was walking barefoot on St. Paul's bridge When I saw a man talking to God He was round and handsome Anachronistically A little odd I overheard his conversation He said, "I can't live in a world devoid of love." And the voice, the voice was so familiar It was the voice of Peter Ustinov "Peter," I whispered from the shadows "We've all been damaged by the 20th century A man like you can talk to God But can you spare a word for me? For I have loved you since the time I saw you in 'The Mouse that Roared'." "That was Peter Sellers, my dear. Go away," he implored Chorus: "See, I used to be Ustinov But used to's no good enough for me See, I used to be Ustinov But used to's not good enough for me." The I blurted out "Quo Vadis" "Topkapi," ooh yeah "Evil Under The Sun." He waved his hand, "It's too late for that. As you said, the damage has been done." Then he lifted his body up To throw himself to a watery grave "Peter," I yelled "What about 'Billy Budd' The innocent no one could save?" (Repeat chorus) "So tell me what you're dying for Have you been so disrespected?" He winked at me and said, "'Billy Budd.' I wrote, starred, and directed." Then he bowed and kissed my hand And said, "What was I thinking of?" And walked away into the night The night I saved Peter Ustinov "You used to be Ustinov But used to's still good enough for me You used to be Ustinov But used to's still good enough for me."
