My naked cousin
I see him running
All over headland
Scared as a chic-a-chicken running
His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun, oh my
My naked cousin can
Cook till he good, good and done
I hate his smell and
I hate his company but
But most of all i hate that
He looks just-a-just like me
His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun but my
My naked cousin can
Cook till he's good, good and done
He's running
He's running
He's running
He's running
He run from burning bushes
He run from bank of senate
He run from everything that
Upsets his master plan and
And if he flips then I am
As good as done, but my
My naked cousin, I know
he'll just keep running
He's running
He's running
He's running
He's running
Running naked through the trees
scared the shit right out of me {he's running}
Bought my ticket, take my ride
take me to the sunny side {he's running}
Running naked through the trees
scared the shit right out of me {he's running}
Bought my ticket, take my ride
begging all to please please please {he's running}