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