| Where are my trousers?
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| Where are my trousers?
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| One morning I woke up with such a bad head
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| I thought I’d been hit by a tow truck, smack, no such luck
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| Look down and notice that I’m wearing no top
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| No socks and no trousers, oh fock
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| Bits and bobs jiggling around so much
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| I’m a walking promotion for Botox
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| How did I get here? |
| Why am I naked?
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| I better grab a rock and decide what my fate is
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| I’m just a naked man, running around, baby
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| Hold on a minute, I’m a little overwhelmed
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| I’m just a naked man, running around, baby
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| Hold on a minute, what’s that rustling sound?
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| Said, how did I get here? |
| Why am I naked?
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| I better grab a rock and decide what my fate is
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| I put the pieces together like Kojak
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| A bit of wood and a bit of stone is a stone axe
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| What a throwback, Homo erectus
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| Hope you know Latin 'cause I’m whacking your solar plexus
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| Stay away from my camp, you and your mans ran in
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| Crafting and aiming at you with a hand cannon
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| Defending my base, I stand on my feet
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| I’m nude but you won’t get your hands on my meat
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| I’m planning to eat, build bigger, better houses
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| But for now I’d better get a pair of trousers
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| I’m just a naked man, running around
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| Hold on a minute, baby, look what I’ve found
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| I’m just a naked man, running around, baby
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| Hold on a minute, what’s that rustling sound?
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| Shh, I’m a bare man fighting a bear, man
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| I don’t need bare man, I do it with my bare hands
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| I’m gonna track a deer, follow the hoof prints
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| Till I come across a box full of blueprints
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| Now I can do things like a civilised man
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| But I’ll still kill anything that moves with the thing in my hand
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| It’s been a nice chat but I’m still gonna stick a knife in the guy’s back
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| Don’t trust anybody, not even your best friend
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| It’s an act, better put it on the West End
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| Let’s not pretend, human nature has changed, man
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| Still naked, behaving like a caveman
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| I’m just a naked man, running around
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| Hold on a minute, why’s there blood on the ground?
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| I’m just a naked man, running around, baby
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| Hold on a minute, what’s that rustling, rustling sound? |