Naked Cousin

My naked cousin
I see him running
All over headland
Scared as a chic-a-chicken and

His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun, but 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-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
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 of you please please please
Please please please (he's running)
Please please please (he's running)
Please please please (he's running)