X-Ray Spex

Do the calaveras hop a long way from the last days of October?
Are you still waiting for the drag ball de los muertos to be over?
Do you use a bone as a telephone
To talk about Divine with Malcolm X?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
Equus ferus caballus, discuss with me, does every horse and rider
Ride like famine or in fashions sewn in fleshtone by Lady Godiva?
Can you see the wild eyes, the pounding hoofs
The sweat, the drool, the lather foaming flecks?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
Sea monkeys! Sea monkeys!
Tell me what they look like with your goggles
Do they live in little houses, dayglo castles
Or in tiny, skanky brothels?
Do they eat their vegetables when skeletal
Do they rock, do they listen to T. Rex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
Does every show you see appear to shine and glow as lurid as a porno?
And did the orgy seem a dream direct from scene nine of the inferno?
Your spex perplex, is that your ex?
What’s coming next, is sex what he expects?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?
What do you see with your X-ray spex?