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