My naked cousin      I see him running      All over headland      Scared as his shit as he's running      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, but most of all I hate that he looks just just like me      His naked skin fries      Fries in the sun my my      But my naked cousin can cook till he's      Good and done      He's running...      He run from burning bushes      He run from bank of senate      He run from everything that upsets his master plan      And if he flips      And I am as good as done      My, my naked cousin      He'll just keep keep a'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...      He's running...