(Verse 1)
Life is what you make it
As someone once observed
A phrase the sounds a trifle glib
But whoever thought it out had clearly never sorted out
The vexing problem of Adam's spare rib
Chastity, I take it
Is specially reserved
For those possessing moral fibres
Mine fail me all the time
And maybe that's the reason I'm
A Baa Baa Black Sheep calling all subscribers

(Chorus 1)
Time and again
I'm tortured with contrition
And swear that I'm sorry I've sinned
Then when I've got the whole thing sewn up
I must own up
Everything gets blown up

Freud could explain
My curious condition
And Jung would have certainly grinned
When I meet some sly dish
That looks like my dish
I'm sunk, drunk, gone with the wind
How can I start afresh
When the sins of the flesh override me
Maybe some some psychoanalyst
Might slap my wrist
And give a twist
To what goes on inside me

If I could feign
The glandular transition
I'd settle for taking the Veil
Time and again I try
Time and again I fail

(Verse 2)
Moralists disparage
A variable heart
And say that it should be fenced in
But they never think about
Effective means of casting out
That dear old die-hard original sin
Table d'hôte is marriage
Free love is à la carte
And once you've crossed forbidden fruits off
You merely find that you've
Unwittingly set out to prove
The age old saying "better with your boots off!"
(Chorus 2)
Time and again
I've tried to form a credo
But somehow I don't seem to learn
Just when I think my guardian angel's winning
I go spinning
Back to the beginning

I can't refrain
From firing a torpedo
Abaft or ahead or astern
If I hit my quarry
I can't feel sorry
I'm hooked cooked done to a turn

Though I frequently wish
I could curb my conditioned reflexes
I'll be damned if I'll sacrifice
Sugar and spice
To be precise nothing as nice as sex is

I can't restrain
My lecherous libido
From slipping and tipping the scale
Time and again I try
Time and again I fail