Stephen Sondheim
That Dirty Old Man
[DOMINA]
For over thirty years
I've cried myself to sleep
Assailed by doubts and fears
So great the gods themselves would weep
The moment I am gone
I wonder where he'll go
In all your simple honesty
You can't begin to know
Oh, oh, ah...

I want him
I need him
Where is he?

That dirty old man, he's here somewhere
Cavorting with someone young and fair
Disporting in every shameless whim
Just wait till I get my hands on him!

I'll hold him
Enfold him
Where is he?

That dirty old man, where can he be
Profaning my house for all to see
Complaining how he's misunderstood
Abusing me--if he only would!
Oh love, sweet love, why hide?
You vermin, you worm, you villain!
Confess and press your bride
Wherever he is, I know he's still an

Angel
My angel
Where is he?
That dirty old man divine!
I loathe him
I love him
That lecherous, lewd, lacivious, loathsome, lying, lazy
Dirty old man of mine!