What's naff about it? Let's just say I'm not the world's biggest Michael Moorcock fan. Love the music and all that, but when I hear stuff like "The Wizard Blew His horn" it evokes much the same reaction as hearing Jim Morrison read his poetry - ie I just want to break into a Beavis and Buttheadesque sniggering fit.
You're right about one thing though - my eyes definitely are convex lenses of ebony embedded in amber, especially when I'm on the same drugs as whoever came up with that phrase was when they thought of it.