Red Johnson - Running Bare Phase 111

I wrote a song and got a hit
A big sensation man I was it
Stepped out the stage door to get some air
All that mob left me was my hair

Running bare down the alley
Trashcan covers the inappropriate place
There was no time to dilly dally
About forty dogs took up the chase

Got to playing poker the kind called strip
Then someone gave the cops a tip
Jumped out the window from the second floor
Straddled a fence need I tell you more

Running bare in squad car spotlights
Doing handsprings and backflips too
The whole neighborhood taking in the sights
Me dodging men in the little white suits

Got a letter from Uncle Sam
Said son come down for your exam
In our birthday suits we stood in line
That square needle story blew my mind

Running bare down the hallway
They'll make no dartboard out of me
Running bare in the lobby
Women fainting oh my oh me

A nudist camp got me intrigued
I jumped the fence and in the weeds
I hid my clothes but much too good
I'd like to leave if I only could

Running bare 'round the campgrounds
Hoping somewhere my clothes I'll find
Can't call my wife ain't got a dime
Weaving a robe out of dandelions

Running bare in the moonlight
Swattin' skeeters ten at a time
Here in this phone booth
Can't help but wonder
Where would a nudist keep a dime

Written by:
Arvid Johnson

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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