I don't have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex

by the end of the week,

I'm g-g-g-going to die

If I don't feel a p-p-p-p-pair

of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own,

oh, I'm going to hang my head and cry.

If I don't feel w-w-w-warm breathe

on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck

or feel a nice post-coital sigh

C'mon baby, you can tell the cops why!

(variations of oh oh no no no several times)

And ya don't know th-th-th-the

ice ice cold vice that grips my head

And ya don't know th-th-th-the burning,

the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed

And ya don't know how these urges,

all these urges, can be so very very misread

C'mon baby, was it something I said?

(variations of oh oh no no no several times)

When the sun, the stars up in the sky,

you know it's girl o'clock

I don't know, but I've been told it's so,

you know it's good as gold,

you know it's tick tock ya don't stop.

If I don?t have a n-n-n-n-nervous

b-b-b-breakdown by the end of the week

I'm going to be very, very surprised