Late one Friday morning I decided to go out on a dare
There must have been a quirk of fate blowing around in the dirty air
The thought just made me shiver; was I nervous, or was I just cold?
I was contemplating to check out Lake Wazamonie; 'twas my goal
I'll be bare, I'll be bare, I will be bare
Perusing my road atlas—will I make it today?
I'll be a great sunbather in au naturel way
I want to feel like I'm in a new avant-garde play
There'll be no protection from the sun's rays
I'll be bare, I'll be bare, I will be bare
There must be someone at Lake Wazamonie
Who can show me all there is to see
Nude bathing ethics and courtesy
Which is the best sunscreen, and what else I can see
Wanna see, gotta see nudity
I'll be bare, I'll be bare, I will be bare
I'm all set to go
Early morning tomorrow
By tomorrow!
Hello dude HELLO! Don't fret, just let it go
You're with friends, dude, don't you know
Let it slide, let it slide
Undress down to your socks, there's no need to wear a box
No one has the chicken pox, come inside, come inside
Clothes off, clothes off, clothes off, let it show!
Hey, there's Shirley Muggs, and she's shooing away the bugs
She's got a pair of binoculars, nudge-nudge, nudge-nudge!
Just you follow me, there's no need for modesty
There's more people here to see, follow me, follow me
Clothes off, clothes off, clothes off, let it show!
Hey, there's Madman Bill with his live-in lover Jill
She's got the looks that kill, what a thrill, what a thrill
You want to sit and chat? There's no problem with that
Here is your own personal mat; sit on that, not my hat
Clothes off , clothes off, clothes off, let it show!
Welcome back, dear friends, to our party with bare ends
It'll crack your camera lens, come inside, come inside
Look, there's Mary Glass, she's standing in the grass
It comes up to her ankles, what a blast, what a blast
Come on, dudes, the fun's about to start
Volleyball, and whatever's in your heart
Rest assured, the weather looks good for surf
Come dressed as you were the moment of your birth!
You gotta let it show, or you gotta go
You gotta let 'em show, or you gotta go
Not a cloud in the skies, we're cooking burgers and fries
The meat's been tenderized, pretty wise, pretty wise!
Come on dudes, the fun's about to start!
Volleyball, and whatever's in your heart!
You gotta let 'em show, or you gotta go
You gotta let 'em show, and do it with soul
Here comes Martin Bean, he's wearing Afro-Sheen
And he owns a limousine, pretty keen, pretty keen!
Out back near the sand, we got ourselves a band
They're the coolest in the land--- I'm The Man! I'm The Man!
Clothes off, clothes off, clothes off, let it show!
Heliotherapy's cool, and I am nobody's fool
I feel like I'm in a school without rule, without rule
I'd like it to be known—let the naturists have a home
A mailing zone, and a phone—all their own, all their own
Gotta let 'em show, gotta let 'em show, even in the snow!
LET 'EM SHOW!!!!!!!!