Walkin’, watchin’, I’m amazed
How can it go on?
How can people carry on?
It’s like bein’ an alien
From another planet
When you’re walkin’ down the street
When you’re walkin’ down the street
With the sex parade
The sex parade

The players set the stage
They tune, they decorate
They groom and crimp their tinted hairs
They don code uniformal gear
Enough to show their wares and tares
Designed to catch the eye
Designed to catch the eye
Cause they’re in the sex parade
The sex parade

The numb dumb ditzy blondes
Aerobicized and super tanned
Out looking for their ideal man
Outdressing to impress
But playing hard to get
Never lookin’ for a depth
Never lookin’ for a depth
Cause they’re in a sex parade
A sex parade

And those hunky hotshot guys
The mannequin look-alikes
With their tiny tight butt asses
And their cooltone neon glasses
Out looking to get laid
They think they’ve got it made
They think they’ve got it made
Cause they’re in a sex parade
A sex parade

And the pukin’ dukin’ dudes
The breezin’ teasin’ team
Line up to poke some fun
At an acrobatic clown
Whose energy is drained
By the fools that play their games
By the fools that play their games
In the sex parade
The sex parade

The posin’ and the struttin’
The drinkin’ and the cussin’
The wheelin’ and the dealin’
The careless lack of feelin’
The flirtin’ and the ruttin’
The smokin’ and the tokin’
The shoutin’ to be seen
Pretending to be free
You’ll find all of these ingredients
You’ll find all of these ingredients
In the sex parade
The sex parade

But amidst the busy blur
Of the all invasive noise
In the chaos of the jungle
I can hear a plaintive voice
That’s crying, “Will you love me?
Will you love me? Will you stay?
Just love me, really love me, love me all the way
And give up the sex parade
The sex parade.”