| Old lady lost in the city
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| In the middle of a cold, cold night
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| It was fourteen below and the wind start 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 comin'
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| Turn out the lights cause he’s here
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| Runnin' hard 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 Street
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| Shufflin' uptown against the wind
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| She had started to cry-wiped a tear from her eye
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| And looked back to see where she had been
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| Old lady stand on the corner
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| With a purse in her hand
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| She does not know 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
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| Starin' down at the ground on which she stand
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| She look up and scream
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| For 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
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| And 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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| He faked to the left and he faked to the right
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| And he snatched the purse fromere 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?»
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| «Won't nobody help a naked man?»
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| Beware, beware, beware of the Naked Man |