Raining
It`s pouring
The old man is scoring
It`s morning
He says every nerve in his body is alive
When he`s with me
He says he loves me
He says everything is separate
He says I`m beautiful
And I say, "Who, me?"
He says he loves me
He says he`s happy
I feel like a dirty old man
Like a lecher
Like a polyester uncle`s friend who`s trying to catch a glimpse
Periwinkle polyester
Lickerish man
You make me feel like a dirty old man
Morning
Oh, he says when he looks down
And he sees and I`m shiny shining
Glistening like the dew on the leaf of a pretty, pretty flower
That someone ain`t stepped on yet
My baby says that he`s happy
He says everything is separate
He says he loves me
And every nerve is alive
But I feel like a dirty old man
Like a lecher
Like a polyester uncle`s friend who`s trying to catch a glimpse
Periwinkle polyester
Lickerish man
You make me feel like . . .
Like a dirty old man
Like a lecher
Like a polyester uncle`s friend with horn rims
Polyester periwinkle
Lickerish man
You make me feel like a dirty old man
Scoring