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Ray Stevens
Ray Stevens
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Hello, everyone, this is your action news reporter With all the news that is news across the nation On the scene at the supermarket There seems to have been some disturbance here Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened? Yeah, I did I's standin' over there by the tomatoes And here he come Running through the pole beans Through the fruits and vegetables Naked as a jay bird And I hollered over t' Ethel I said, "Don't look, Ethel!" But it's too late She'd already been incensed (Here he comes) Boogity, boogity (There he goes) Boogity, boogity (And he ain't wearin' no clothes) Oh yes, they call him the Streak (Boogity, boogity) Fastest thing on two feet (Boogity, boogity) He's just as proud as he can be Of his anatomy And he gon' give us a peek Oh yes, they call him the Streak (Boogity, boogity) He likes to show off his physique (Boogity, boogity) If there's an audience to be found He'll be streakin' around Invitin' public critique This is your action news reporter once again And we're here at the gas station Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened? Yeah, I did I's just in here gettin' my tires checked An' he just appeared out of the traffic He 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 (He ain't crude) Boogity, boogity (He ain't lewd) Boogity, boogity (He's just in the mood to run in the nude) Oh yes, they call him the Streak (Boogity, boogity) He likes to turn the other cheek (Boogity, boogity) He's always makin' the news Wearin' just his tennis shoes Guess you could call him unique Once again, your action news reporter In the booth at the gym Covering the disturbance at the basketball playoff Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened? 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 stands 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 Oh yes, they call him the Streak Here he comes again (Boogity, boogity) Who's that with him? (The fastest thing on two feet) Ethel? Is that you, Ethel? (Boogity, boogity) (He's just as proud as he can be) What do you think you're doin'? (Of his anatomy) (And he gon' give us a peek) You get your clothes on! Oh, yes, they call him the Streak Ethel! Where you goin'? (Boogity, boogity) He likes to show off his physique Ethel, you shameless hussy! (Boogity, boogity) If there's an audience to be found He'll be streakin' around Invitin' public critique Say it isn't so, Ethel! Oh, yes, they call him the Streak Ethel! (Boogity, boogity)
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