Текст (слова) песни «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 'til 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
Skin and it's melting
Fries in the sun, he can
Cook, cook his brains out 'til
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 bush and
He run from bank of senate
He run from everything that
Upsets his master plan and
And if he flips and I am
As good as done, but my
My naked cousin
No, he just keep-a, keep a-running

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)
He's running (bought my ticket, take my ride)
(Take me to the sunny side)

He's running (running naked through the trees)
(Scared the shit right out of me)
He's running (bought my ticket, take my ride)
(I'm begging of you, please, please, please)

He's running (please, please, please)
He's running (please, please, please)
He's running (please, please, please)
He's running