Well you tried it just for once
Found it all right for kicks
But now you found out that it's a habit that sticks
And you're an [bad word] addict
You're an [bad word] addict

Sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines
Now your mother wants to know what all those stains on your jeans
And you're an [bad word] addict
You're an [bad word] addict

Uh huh
Uh huh
Uhhhhh
Uhhhhh x 3

You get in a heat
You get in a sulk
But you still keep a beating your meat to pulp
And you're an [bad word] addict
You're an [bad word] addict

You're a kid Cassanova
You're a ___ [sounds French - phonetically "no joe biz ett"?]
It's a livin' a [bad word] yourself to death [bad word] addict
You're an [bad word] addict

Uh huh
Uhhhhh x 10

You're makin' out with school kids
Winos and heads of state
You even made it with the lady
Who puts the little plastic bobbies on the christmas cakes

Butchers' assistants and bellhops
You've had them all here and there
Children of god and their joy-strings
International women with no body hair

Oooh

So where they're askin' in an alley and your voice ain't steady
If  mechanic's rough you're more than ready
You're an [bad word] addict
You're an [bad word] addict

Johnny will [bad word] you always and all ways
He's got the energy, he will remain
He's an [bad word] addict
He's an [bad word] addict
He's always at it
He's always at it

And he's an [bad word] addict
He's an [bad word] addict