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