Old lady lost in the city
In the middle of a cold, cold night
It was fourteen below and the wind start to blow
There wasn't a boy scout in sight

Pull down the shades 'cause he's comin'
Turn out the lights, 'cause he's here
Running hard down the street
Through the snow and the sleet
On the coldest night of the year.

Beware, beware, beware, of the Naked Man.

Old Lady lean against a lamppost
Starin' down at the ground on which she stands
She look up and scream
For in the lamplight's beam
There stood the Naked Man...

He faked to the left and faked to the right.
And he snatched the purse from her hand.
"Someone stop me," he cried,
As he faded from sight,
"Won't nobody help a naked man?  Won't nobody help a naked man?"