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