Naked Cousin

My naked cousin

I see him running

All over headland

Scared as a chic-chicken

His naked skin fries

Fries in the sun, oh my

My naked cousin can cook

Till he's good, good and done

I hate his smell

And I hate his company

But most of all I hate

That he looks just, just like me

Skin always melting, fries in the sun

He can cook, cook his brains out

Till they're good and good and

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 every thing

That upsets his master plan

And and if he flips

And I am as good as done

My, my naked cousin, I know

He'll just keep, keep a-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

Bought my ticket, take my ride

Take me to the sunny side

Running naked through the trees

Scared the shit right out of me

Bought my ticket, take my ride

Begging all to please, please, please

Please, please, please

Please, please, please

Please, please, please