"The Poor Old Prurient Interest Blues" lyrics

Napoleon is standing with his pants upon the floor
There are naked, painted people in the poster on my door
John Lennon and his girlfriend couldn't show me anymore
Won't someone please arouse my prurient interest?

There's flesh throughout my magazines it ripples pink and smooth
Oh, the door fell off the bathroom, now I see what all you do
As I grab my flannel fig leaf just to keep from being rude
Have mercy on my poor old prurient interest

Won't you let me look myself instead of waving it at me?
Don't leave it hanging out and sagging over everything I see
Don't take it off until I'm ready, let me have my little dreams
Have mercy on my poor old prurient interest

Oh, there's something back behind me so I quickly turn around
The muffled sound of underwear as it comes tumbling down
Someone else is going natural. Do I have to turn around?
Have mercy on my poor old prurient interest

Won't you let me look myself instead of waving it at me?
Don't leave it hanging out and sagging over everything I see
Don't take it off until I'm ready, let me have my little dreams
Have mercy on my poor old prurient interest