I can't find much information about this wonderful song that Marian McKenzie sings for the Three City Four. All I can find is that it's written by Alasdair Clayre, although he never seemed to have recorded it.

Also a few lyrics I can't quite identify. This is what I've got:
Out of the frying pan and into the fire,
and [fed?] to the teeth with pleasure and desire,
I'm going to renounce them, and go and be a nun,
with my friend Sandra, it won't be fun,
(Refrain:)
but it's bound to be better than this,
I mean, Anything,
compared with this would be bliss,
practically...

This time last year, I cared about boys,
Sandra says my experience has given me poise,
but I've had men, there's either not enough,
or far too much and you [??] get rough,
(Refrain:)
I think old age would be better than this,
I think, Anything...

I kick lump stones as I slouch along the beach,
happiness is going to be always out of reach,
I'm going to renounce it, and go and be a nun,
with a sackcloth dress on, and my hair in a bun,
(Refrain:)
because it's bound to be better than this,
I mean, Anything...

Any information about the story behind it, or better guesses at the lyrics would be much appreciated.