Call Me Old-Fashioned Songtext / Lyric

I have to admit

I'm an absolute shit

But at least you can't call me

a hypocrite

I don't want fame

or the critics' acclaim

Take it from me

that's a pointless game

I've got a minder

a chauffeur, a flunkey

'cause I'm the organ-grinder

not the monkey



Call me old-fashioned

At least I know what I like

Call me old-fashioned

If you're so wet

Why don't you get

on your bike?

Call me old-fashioned

At least I'm moving ahead

Call me old-fashioned

If I can't charm you

I'll just strong-arm you

to bed



The moment I see you with your trousers dropped

Will be as rewarding as just having shopped

All of the names that I've spent years collecting

They're the only things that are worth respecting

Prada and Porsche and Philippe Starck

The only little problem is where to park



Call me old-fashioned

You're all so quick to condemn

Call me old-fashioned

Until you learn

How much I earn

and I spend

Call me old-fashioned

and I've been called worse than muck

Call me old-fashioned

but understand

What I've got planned

won't be luck



Sex is fun and sex sells, honey

A shiny dream to make me money

Where the sea is blue, the sky is sunny

Love is hot and suprisingly



Old-fashioned

I'll make love down the phone

Call me tomorrow

I'll give you breaks

I'll be as long as it takes to your home

Call me old-fashioned

At least I'm moving ahead

Call me old-fashioned

If I can't charm you

I'll just strong-arm you

to bed



Where you can be

old-fashioned

with me