(No More) Casual Sex - Kid Creole And The Coconuts

Once upon a time

Love with a proper stranger was divine

Like a vintage wine, to be tasted, never wasted

There was a time

When your promiscuity was fine

Now it’s a crime

And the word that I haven’t heard is:

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

Once upon a time

A man would declare an young girl a welcome find

Top of the line

Sit back there and just enjoy the ride

Now, such a guy

Can’t even get laid on a Friday night

You know why

Girls are waiting, interrogating

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

Something’s happening

Somebody’s punishing

All the innocent happen to be honeymen

Something’s happing

Something’s in again

Just for living in Sodom and Gomorrah again

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

Once up on time

Every girl was approachable and prime

Now, there’s a sign

It hangs on behalf of the private classes

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No more casual sex, man

No casual sex

No casual sex

No casual sex

Casual sex

Casual sex

Casual sex

Casual sex

Blow, daddy, blow

It’s a casualty

Some formality

(Casual sex)

And it’s killing me

(Casual sex)

No casual sex

(Casual sex)

No casual sex

No casual sex

No casual sex

No more, no more, no more

It’s a casualty

Some formality

And it’s killing me