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