Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh! 
It's Iggy Pop! 
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh! 
Yeah, and Ke$ha.
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh! 
All right! 
Get up! 
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh! 
Yeah! 
Rah! 

Don’t want your money, 
I got my own.
You’re not my daddy, 
Baby, I’m full grown.
Don’t complicate it.
Don’t tell me lies.
I’m not your girlfriend.
I ain’t never gonna be, 
Oh, your wife.

Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
All I need is to get, 
In between your sheets.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love.)
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love.)

Cockroaches do it, 
In garbage cans.
Rug merchants do it, 
In Afghanistan.
Santorum did it, 
In a V-neck sweater.
Pornos produce it, 
But wild child can do it better.

Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
All I need is to get, 
In between your sheets.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love.)

Oh whoa, 
I-I-I don’t want your fancy things.
I just want your love.
(I just want your love.)
Oh whoa, 
Champagne tastes like piss to me.
I just want your love.
(I just want your love.)
Oh whoa, 
Keep your leopard limousine.
I just want your love.
(I just want your love.)
Oh whoa, 
I just want your fucking filthy love.

Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
All I need is to get, 
In between your sheets.
Oh whoa, 
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love.)
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love.)
I just want your dirty love.
(I just want your dirty love, dirty love, dirty love.)