DIRTY OLD MAN

Well I wake up around twelve-thirty
And I walk down to the bar
You want to know why I'm walking
Well I forgot where I parked my car
I'm good at conversation
Even better at writing it down
My face is like a road map
From the low-down side of town

Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man

I've had so many women
From the strange to the truly bizarre
When they're too drunk to make it to the toilet
They can piss inside a jar
But still I keep on writing
It's a wonder but its true
Pull up a bar stool little darling
And I'll write something about you

Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man

Here's to my friend Jimmy
That terrible vain piece of shit
But he had a way with the ladies
In fact they couldn't get enough of it
Put on your dirty bathrobe
Curlers on top of your head
If I didn't keep on drinking
I think I might be dead

Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man
Dirty Old Man


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