Your love is like any social disease-

Which is quickly infecting everybody-

As you move from port to port-

Though winds blow your ship off course;

But no natural force will inhibit that ego-

As you constantly fish for your libido.

The world is the ocean for Aquaman-

Snaring ladies from Jamaica to Japan.

Oh, man-

All you think about is sex-

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

Who is next?

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

Hey, baby-

You either put out-

Or shut up!

Your love is like any social disease-

Giving the party animal misery-

But you traverse the wide open spaces-

Hunting prey with innocent faces.

Only virgins for the starving libido-

And they receive the ultimate memento-

Written by the Party Prince Poet-

Saying--"Here's my address, come to know it-

Sex-sex-sex Sexy-sex Street-

Funkytown.

Now, come on down!"

Oh, man-

All you think about is sex-

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

Who is next?

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

Hey, baby-

You either put out-

Or shut up!

You heard me out-

Put out--or shut up!