Naked Cousin Lyrics

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