Smiling under hazy lights
Riding high on city night
Beautiful bodies balanced
Upon horses of iron.
Wearing little more than moles,
Painted colours swirl and flow.
Chanting loudly, yelling proudly,
Addiction to oil must go.
Freed from the bondage of clothes,
A message so wonderfully shown.
In action, this naked parade
Glides down the streets
Propelled by the beats
Of music, in motion, hooray.