Napoleon is standing with
his pants upon the floor
There are naked painted people
in the poster on my door
John
Lennon and his girlfriend couldn't
show me anymore
Lord, won't someone please arouse
my prurient interest?
There's flesh throughout my magazines,
it ripples pink and smooth
Oh, the door fell off the bathroom,
now I see what all you do
As I grab my flannel fig leaf,
just to keep from being rude
Have mercy on my poor old
variant interest
Won't you let me look myself
Instead of waving it at me
Don't leave it hanging out
And sagging over everything I see
Don't take it off until I'm ready
Let me have my little dreams
Have mercy on my poor
old prurient interest
Oh,
there's something back behind me
So I quickly turn around
The muffled sound of underwear
As it comes tumbling down
Someone else is going natural
Do I have to turn around?
Have mercy on my poor old
prurient interest
Won't you let me look myself
Instead of waving it at me
Don't leave it hanging out and sagging
Over everything I see
Don't take it off until I'm ready
Let me have my little dreams
Have mercy on my poor
old prurient interest