Is that your sex face she said to me
Because I think I've seen it
Somewhere on TV
Yes that was me I said with glee
You can turn me on
You can make me pee
In a golden rain of ecstasy
But first get me my brolly
My kingdom for a brolly
Oh it never rains but it pours
When you're doing sex tours
They should make new discoveries
Upon nudist colonies
Oh the natives came running
Throwing their "spears" at Columbus
And he had to shoot them all
With his enormous blunderbuss
Was it my fault they ran at me he said
Quite miffed
All I did was set anchor at their shores
He said as their bodies bloodied up the cliffs
Oh sex and death and all of this
It really is a case of hit and miss
If you hit death you miss sex
And vice versa I guess
Though like a hit and run accident
She lay there bleeding
And I said I have forgotten my feeling
Let my put my death mask on
Ah now ask me again is that your sex face son?
I shall say yes, indeed it is
As there is no difference
In this petit mort
Except to let out breath and snort
Or gruffly guffaw like a lion or pig
Is that your sex face?, well yes I believe it is
