My naked cousin I see him running All over headland Scared as his sh** 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 sh** right out of me Bought my ticket, take my ride Take me to the sunny side Running naked through the trees Scared the sh** right out of me Bought my ticket, take my ride Begging all to please, please, please Please... He's running...