Newman)      Old lady lost in the city in the middle of a cold, cold night   It was fourteen below    And the wind starts to blow   There wasn't a boy scout in sight   Pull down the shades cause he's coming, turn out the lights cause he's here   Running down the street   Through the snow and the sleet   On the coldest night of the year      Beware, beware, beware of the naked man      Old lady head up toward broad stree, shuffling uptown against the wind   She'd started to cry,    Wiped a tear    From her eye   Looked back to see where she had been      Old lady stand on the corner with a purse in her hand   She does not know    But in a minute or so   She will be robbed by a naked man      Beware, beware, beware of the naked man      Old lady lean against a lamppost, staring down at the ground on which she stand   She look up and screamed   In the lamplight's beam   There stood the famous naked man      He say, they found out about my sister, they kicked me out of the navy,   They would have strung me up if they could.   I tried to explain that we were both of us lazy   And were doing the best we could.      Well he faked to the left and he faked to the right   And the purse was snatched from her hand   Someone stop me, he cried,   As he faded from sight,   Won't nobody help a naked man? Oh Lord   Won't nobody help a naked man?       Beware, beware, beware of the naked man