Old Pervert (section 2)
When the officer comes around there's nowhere the officer can go
When the officer comes around there's nowhere the officer goes
When he looks in the fridge and he sees where his hand is it glows
So, I'm an old pervert and my hands and my face hung in shame
I'm an old pervert but it doesn't much matter my name
And when you come out, doesn't take very long just to blame
When the officer comes around there's nowhere the officer goes
When he looks in the fridge and he sees where his hand is it glows
So, I'm an old pervert and my hands and my face hung in shame
I'm an old pervert but it doesn't much matter my name
And when you come out, doesn't take very long just to blame