Naked Cousin

My naked cousin I see him running All over headland Scared as a chicken, chicken His naked skin fries Fries in the sun, oh my My naked cousin can cook Till he's good and 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 My naked cousin can cook Till he's good and good and done He's running He's running He's running He's running He run from the burning bush and He run from bank of senate He run from everything that upsets his master plan And if he flips then I am As good as done, but my My naked cousin No, he just keeps, keeps a running He's running He's running He's running He's running He's running naked through the trees (he's running) Scared the shit right out of me (he's running) Bought my ticket, take my ride (he's running) Take me to the sunny side (he's running) Running naked through the trees (he's running) Scared the shit right out of me (he's running) Bought my ticket, take my ride (he's running) Begging all to Please, please, please (he's running) Please, please, please (he's running) Please, please, please (he's running) Please, please, please (he's running)