Oh, he's a prodigy when he prances on that organ
Oh, he holds a doctorate in testicular symphonies
Oh, he is the master of the wit of the world
Oh, but his girl turns me on

Oh, nothing pleases him more than banging out melodies
Oh, he's the king of coiffure and hairdressing qualities
Oh, he is the God of the organ jokes and double entendres
Oh, but his girl turns me on

His girl turns me on, his girlygirl turns me on
His girl turns me on, his girlygirl turns me on
Oh, his girl turns me on