well you tried it out for once,

found it alright for kicks.

but then you found out

it's a habit that sticks



you're an orgams addict

you're an orgams addict



sneakin' in the back door

with dirty magazines

and your mother wants to know

"what are those stains on your jeans?"



you're an orgams addict

you're an orgams addict



you get in a heat,

you get in a sulk

but you still keep beatin'

your meat to pulp



you're an orgams addict

you're an orgams addict



you're a kid cassanova

you're a no-joseph

it's a labor of love

fucking yourself to death



you're an orgams addict

you're an orgams addict



you're makin' out with school kids,

winos and heads of state

you've even made it with the lady

who puts the little plastic robbins

on the christmas cakes



butcher's assistants and belhops

you've had 'em all here and there

children of god and their joystrings

international women with no body hair



so you're asking in an alley

and you're voice ain't steady

the sex mechanic's rough

you're more than ready



you're an orgams addict

you're an orgams addict



johnnie want fuckie

all ways and always

he's got the energy

he will amaze



he's an orgasm addict,

he's an orgasm addict.



he's always at it



he's an orgasm addict