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Old lady lost in the city in the middle of a cold, cold night
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It was fourteen below
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And the wind starts to blow
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There wasn't a boy scout in sight
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Pull down the shades cause he's coming, turn out the lights cause he's here
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Running down the street
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Through the snow and the sleet
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On the coldest night of the year
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Beware, beware, beware of the naked man
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Old lady head up toward broad stree, shuffling uptown against the wind
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She'd started to cry,
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Wiped a tear
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From her eye
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Looked back to see where she had been
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Old lady stand on the corner with a purse in her hand
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She does not know
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But in a minute or so
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She will be robbed by a naked man
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Beware, beware, beware of the naked man
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Old lady lean against a lamppost, staring down at the ground on which she stand
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She look up and screamed
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In the lamplight's beam
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There stood the famous naked man
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He say, they found out about my sister, they kicked me out of the navy,
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They would have strung me up if they could.
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I tried to explain that we were both of us lazy
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And were doing the best we could.
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Well he faked to the left and he faked to the right
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And the purse was snatched from her hand
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Someone stop me, he cried,
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As he faded from sight,
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Won't nobody help a naked man? Oh Lord
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Won't nobody help a naked man?
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Beware, beware, beware of the naked man
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Naked Man
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