i got a bad condition yeah it s been going around since eve stole the fruit from the tree it s a thing for the dirty little thing we do i think about it don t freak with me yeah there s a movie collection in the back of my mind it s filthy as a garbage pale if it keeps piling up at the rate it s growin i m gonna be a perverted old man yeah i get dirtier by the year yeah i get dirtier by the year i m more obscene than a hustler magazine and i get dirtier by the year the voice in my head is a four letter train it would bring my mama to tears sometimes i m ashamed just to listen myself man i m glad nobody else can hear cause it gets dirtier by the year yeah it gets dirtier by the year i m nasty enough to make a stripper blush and i get dirtier by the year i m like a wolf on the prow but there s no eating allowed my dinner s back home on the table but all these fantasies keep propositionin me i try to stop but i m not able no i went to the preacher i said i must confess i feel i m rotten down to the core he said don t be so hard on yourself now son what do you think all this religion is for  we get dirtier by the year we get dirtier by the year yeah the longer we live the more there is to forgive we get dirtier by the year we get dirtier by the year