I prefer the classics: You know, baby, it's the 1980s Baby Doc sent it up from Haiti Can't get it on, or even get high Come on, baby, fuck me and die No sex No sex, not anymore I remember 1982 Some VD strain, but that's all through This year it's a retrovirus Now they'd just as soon gas and fire us But no sex, not in the hall No sex, not against the wall I'm really worried about the future Junkie blood is gonna pollute ya Pretty soon we're all gonna get it It's time to buy some stuff on credit But no sex, not on the floor No sex, not anymore You know, baby, it's the 1980s Baby Doc sent it up from Haiti Can't get it on, or even get high Come on, baby, fuck me and die But no sex No sex No sex, not in the hall No sex, not against the wall No sex, not on the floor No sex, not anymore https://lyricstranslate.com/en/alex-chilton-no-sex-lyrics.html Self induced but hey, he does have a fever.. I called the doctor In the morning I had a fever It was a warning She said "There's nothing I can prescribe To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" I got some money left for one more shot She said "God bless you" I said "Thanks a lot" It's a slow, slow death Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk