Lyr Req: Eileen Jameson's Experience

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Eileen Jameson's Experience
From: Reinhard
Date: 08 Jan 26 - 02:45 AM

I'm not a native listener but I think your lyrics are fine so far. I hear "fed to the teeth" too, and "you ne’er’d get rough", i.e. a contraction of "you never would get rough".

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Eileen Jameson's Experience
From: GUEST,Ilan
Date: 07 Jan 26 - 07:21 PM

Wow thanks for that info. Any guesses on the lyrics?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Eileen Jameson's Experience
From: Reinhard
Date: 06 Jan 26 - 06:37 AM

I found this entry in the Library of Congress’s Catalog of Copyright Entries on archive.org:

EILEEN JAMESON'S EXPERIENCE; w & m Alasdair Clayre. (In A cold wind blows & other songs. London, Clarion Photographic Services. p.9) © Nina Music; 1Sep66; EF31518.

And the booklet of the Three City Four's album noted on the song:

Alasdair Clayre, poet and songwriter, says this song, of the blasé
teenager who's seen it all and experienced it all, is based on a
conversation overheard on the top of a London bus.

Subject: Lyr Req: Eileen Jameson's Experience
From: GUEST,Ilan E
Date: 05 Jan 26 - 08:57 PM

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.