chickapin parterre
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Dec 18, 2014
The Streak ray stevens....I was dusting out cob webs, sounding my brain for any angst song that had snow other than wildfire.
I did. I's just in here gettin my car checked, he just appeared out of the traffic.
Come streakin' around the grease rack there, didn't have nothin' on but a smile.
I looked in there, and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink.
I hollered, "Don't look, Ethel!" But it was too late.
She'd already been mooned. Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers.
[Chorus:]
He ain't crude, look at that, look at that
He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
He likes to turn the other cheek
(Look at that, look at that)
He's always makin' the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique
[Witness:]
Yeah, I did. Half time, I's just goin' down thar to get Ethel a snow cone.
And here he come, right out of the cheap seats, dribbling, right down the middle of the court.
Didn't have on nothing but his PF's. Made a hook shot and got out through the concessions stand.
I hollered up at Ethel, I said, "Don't look, Ethel!"
But it was too late. She'd already got a free shot.
Grandstandin', right there in front of the home team.
[Chorus:]
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
The fastest thing on two feet
(Look at that, look at that)
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He's gonna give us a peek
[Witness:]
Here he comes again.
Who's that with him?
Ethel? Is that you, Ethel?
What do you think you're
doin'? You git your
clothes on!
[Chorus:]
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
He likes to show off his physique
(Look at that, look at that)
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique
Ethel
I did. I's just in here gettin my car checked, he just appeared out of the traffic.
Come streakin' around the grease rack there, didn't have nothin' on but a smile.
I looked in there, and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink.
I hollered, "Don't look, Ethel!" But it was too late.
She'd already been mooned. Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers.
[Chorus:]
He ain't crude, look at that, look at that
He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
He likes to turn the other cheek
(Look at that, look at that)
He's always makin' the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique
[Witness:]
Yeah, I did. Half time, I's just goin' down thar to get Ethel a snow cone.
And here he come, right out of the cheap seats, dribbling, right down the middle of the court.
Didn't have on nothing but his PF's. Made a hook shot and got out through the concessions stand.
I hollered up at Ethel, I said, "Don't look, Ethel!"
But it was too late. She'd already got a free shot.
Grandstandin', right there in front of the home team.
[Chorus:]
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
The fastest thing on two feet
(Look at that, look at that)
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He's gonna give us a peek
[Witness:]
Here he comes again.
Who's that with him?
Ethel? Is that you, Ethel?
What do you think you're
doin'? You git your
clothes on!
[Chorus:]
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
(Look at that, look at that)
He likes to show off his physique
(Look at that, look at that)
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique
Ethel