Teach me, o Lord, to be permissive
the sixties way to save the soul
three leers for sexual freedom
let the good times rock’n’roll.
Tired of being puritan
and living by the code
I learned the New Morality
and shed my guilty load.
I read the kinky magazines
to gain my evil ends
scanned the personal columns
for interesting friends.
And now I’ve got the taste for sin
I know I’ll never stop
just can’t wait to get married
so I’ll have a wife to swap.
I’m all for divorce and abortion
and the contraceptive pill
let’s hear it from the audience
for the homosexual bill.
Here’s to the New Morality
pornographers may they thrive
when there’s blue films on at the Odeon
it’ll be good to be alive.
And once the ball starts rolling
who knows very soon
there’ll be a complete set of the Marquis de Sade
in every hotel room.
God bless the new reformers
let them make our island home
a country fit for psychopaths
and nutters like me to roam.
You see at bedtime when I’ve put away
my flagellation kit
I often shed a silent tear
and I’m forced to admit
that it isn’t always easy
being a sexual maniac
as I slide between the rubber sheets
in my little plastic mac.