Oh, he's a prodigy when he prances on that organ   Oh, he holds a doctorate in testicular symphonies   Oh, he is the master of the wit of the world   Oh, but his girl turns me on      Oh, nothing pleases him more than banging out melodies   Oh, he's the king of coiffure and hairdressing qualities   Oh, he is the God of the organ jokes and double entendres   Oh, but his girl turns me on      His girl turns me on, his girlygirl turns me on   His girl turns me on, his girlygirl turns me on   Oh, his girl turns me on