Naked Cousin
My naked cousin
I see him running
All over headland
Scared as a chicken, chicken
His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun, oh my
My naked cousin can cook
Till he's good and good and done
I hate his smell and I hate his company
But, but most of all I hate
That he looks just, just like me
His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun, my, my
My naked cousin can cook
Till he's good and good and done
He's running
He's running
He's running
He's running
He run from the burning bush and
He run from bank of senate
He run from everything that upsets his master plan
And if he flips then I am
As good as done, but my
My naked cousin
No, he just keeps, keeps a running
He's running
He's running
He's running
He's running
He's running naked through the trees (he's running)
Scared the shit right out of me (he's running)
Bought my ticket, take my ride (he's running)
Take me to the sunny side (he's running)
Running naked through the trees (he's running)
Scared the shit right out of me (he's running)
Bought my ticket, take my ride (he's running)
Begging all to
Please, please, please (he's running)
Please, please, please (he's running)
Please, please, please (he's running)
Please, please, please (he's running)