Lurkin' neath this stage nearly dead from boredom
Just before the mirror lookit here she comes
With a dressing gown askew and a look that says she wants to flee…
I fix my hat and mask and I straighten up
Open up the mirror and stir a little dust
Just look at her face… she ain't a foolin' me….
She thinks my organ's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm singin' along
She likes the way it sounds while I'm workin' all the valves
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my pallor an'
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my organ's sexy
We sing back and forth till we run out of breath
She sneaks on up behind me and shows my face of death
Fall down on the floor, scream and cry and I can't go on…
She says she's sorry now and I ask why that is
She wants a normal life and I'm not what that 'tis
One more teeny weeny song before I take her home…
She thinks my organ's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm singing along
She likes the way it sounds while I'm workin' all the valves
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my pallor an'
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my organ's sexy
She ain't into Raoul, that off-key pup,
But if it sounds like Strum and Drang, man her eyes light up!
She thinks my organ's…
She thinks my organ's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm singing along
She likes the way it sounds while I'm workin' all the valves
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my pallor an'
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my organ's sexy...
She thinks my organ's sexy...
She thinks my organ's sexy...
She thinks my organ's sexy...