Verse:
D7
"It's the content of your blouse that makes me aroused"
Bb7
he said and grabbed my arm.
D7
He's a dirty old man with a beer in his hand,
Bb7
he thinks he's got the charm.
Am F
Old dirty man, dirty man, don't you have a real life?
Am F
Old dirty man, shouldn't you be home with your wife?
Verse:
D7
He stumble when he walks and he spits when he talks,
Bb7
he smells like cheap cologne.
D7
He's a married old man with the zipper always down,
Bb7
he should have stayed at home.
Verse:
Am F
Old dirty man, dirty man, don't you have a real life?
Am F
Old dirty man, shouldn't you be home with your wife?
Hook:
C Gm
Cause you're too old to be here, we're only eighteen years old.
F D7
And what are you, like fiftyfive. So don't you even try.
Interlude:
D7 Bb7 D7 Bb7
D7 Bb7 D7 Bb7
Am F
Old dirty man, dirty man, don't you have a real life?
Am F
Old dirty man, shouldn't you be home with your wife?
Hook:
C Gm
Cause you're too old to be here, we're only eighteen years old.
F D7
And what are you, like fiftyfive. So don't you even try.
Hook:
C Gm
Cause you're too old to be here, we're only eighteen years old.
F D7
And what are you, like fiftyfive. So don't you even try.
- Drum break -
Outro:
D7 Dm Bb7
Dirty old man.
D7 Dm Bb7
Dirty old man.
D7 Dm Bb7
Dirty old man.
D7 Dm Bb7
Dirty old man.