Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time and Again, artist - Noël Coward. Album song Mad Dogs & Englishmen, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 23.05.2015
Record label: Avid Entertainment
Song language: English
Time and Again |
Life is what you make it |
As someone once observed |
A phrase the sounds a trifle glib |
But whoever thought it out had clearly never sorted out |
The vexing problem of Adam’s spare rib |
Chastity, I take it |
Is specially reserved |
For those possessing moral fibres |
Mine fail me all the time |
And maybe that’s the reason I’m |
A Baa Baa Black Sheep calling all subscribers |
Time and again |
I’m tortured with contrition |
And swear that I’m sorry I’ve sinned |
Then when I’ve got the whole thing sewn up |
I must own up |
Everything gets blown up |
Freud could explain my curious condition |
And Jung would have certainly grinned |
When I meet some sly dish |
That looks like my dish |
I’m sunk, drunk, gone with the wind |
How can I start afresh |
When the sins of the flesh override me |
Maybe some some psycho-analyst |
Might slap my wrist |
And give a twist |
To what goes on inside me |
If I could feign |
The glandular transition |
I’d settle for taking the Veil |
Time and again I try |
Time and again I fail |
Moralists disparage |
A variable heart |
And say that it should be fenced in |
But they never think about |
Effective means of casting out |
That dear old die-hard original sin |
Table d’hôte is marriage |
Free love is à la carte |
And once you’ve crossed forbidden fruits off |
You merely find that you’ve |
Unwittingly set out to prove |
The age old saying «better with your boots off!» |
Time and again |
I’ve tried to form a credo |
But some how I don’t seem to learn |
Just when I think my guardian angel’s winning |
I go spinning |
Back to the beginning |
I can’t refrain from firing a torpedo |
Abaft or ahead or astern |
If I hit my quarry |
I can’t feel sorry |
I’m hooked cooked done to a turn |
Though I frequently wish |
I could curb my conditioned reflexes |
I’ll be damned if I’ll sacrifice |
Sugar and spice |
To be precise nothing as nice as sex is |
I can’t restrain my lecherous libido |
From slipping and tipping the scale |
Time and again I try |
Time and again I fail |