For the streakers having fun,
Yeah, the clothes-free faction.

This is for you madmen starting to strip.
You streakers on a run, uncovered your kit.
Scratching at your crotch- suffer jock itch?
You'll doff clothes at ev-er-y pitch.

And you've a strong keenness, flaunting your penis,
A nuddy run genius, drunkards love freeness.
With no knickers, amid the crowd's snickers.
Dudes naked? Refund the tickets!

Behind poked out, buff for an even tan. (Nice butt!)
By now a flasher in the pan.
Just running through the fans,
Round and round cricket stands.

And they wear nothing, frightening all of us.
Cuz they're up here, stars and stripes on their a**.
Their outfit is well fitted cuz there's none, bro.
They're stripping off their clothes. I'm eating up their buns, yo.

You know they shock the crowd, and race around nude.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.
You know they're starkers now, a naked-a** crew.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.

They got tiptop phrases.
'A hole in one' is chased from golf aprons.
Nude runners here, a gimmick Gatorade wants.
Night times are spent in nudey gay clubs. Strip!
Buff as Britney's dates with Shady.
Ran through fifty states. Scared ladies.
Showed the town their bums. The neighbours,
Can't call this stuff glum behaviour.

This is a stunt Jack, fun-packed, laugh at their bumcracks.
Overweight, Ishmael calls them all humpbacks.
Unwrapped, brain wacked, they pack their birthday suits.
Boys and chicks that we claim are perverted coots.
Oy! They're all nuddy, in jail with their buddies.
Clothes are canned, teddy bare, they're Australian nutties.
As two do the tango, their t***ies start to jangle.
Kisses on the cheeks, those twin peaks near their a-hole.

You know they shock the crowd, and race around nude.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.
You know they're starkers now, a naked-ass crew.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.

People don't complain if streakers are chicks.
But it makes the stunt gross when uncovering d***s.
The club owners all hate these crazed guys' nudity bolt.
When they lose their attire- it's security's fault.
And the purity lost, they try to revive.
But Friday night footy with booty is just blighted.
When guys get down naked and take off,
Fans start spewing up their lunch- nauseation.
Ladies feel ill from tubby guys running,
Did not take all his pills, now he's off and it's funny.
Through the shops in the nuddy, the flashing wasn't planned.
Just one day they streaked through the footy stand.
The naked dames as they ran were as barmy as a Nazi tsar.
Why now, didn't you go start a party in the nuddy park?
With your mates, covered by a poncho.
Then strip off the lot and run around from the cops, oh!

You know they shock the crowd, and race around nude.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.
You know they're starkers now, a naked-a** crew.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.

Drop your gear, a lot like Cher,
Not for the running, guess it's just for the uproars.
(Ohhh no!)
You in the clothes-free faction.

You know they shock the crowd, and race around nude.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.
You know they're starkers now, a naked-a** crew.
Those fellows love being streakers for a fun show.