I never kissed a man before
Oh, isn’t that a shame?
I never kissed a man before,
Before I knew his name
I never had a taste for wine
Oh, isn’t that a sin?
I never had a taste for wine,
For wine can’t compare with gin
It’s nice as nice can be
My faith is at last restored
To find that vice can be
Its own reward
I always go to bed at ten
Oh, isn’t that a bore?
I always go to bed at ten
And then, I go home at four