Walking around with your birthday suit on
Don’t you know that you’ll never win
Your sweaty ballsack is flapping around
Whatchamadingle is hanging right down

It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to

Feet are muddy ‘cause you wear no shoes
You’re gonna be on the six-o-clock news
The funny thing is, that’s not all
You won’t feel good when you sunburn your balls

It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to

Now you’re charged with indecent exposure
Take your punishment, it’s the law of the land
Now let this be a lesson to you
Nudie, I’m talking to you

It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to

You walked around with your birthday suit on
Should have worn a jockstrap or thong
But instead we saw your crotch and your hind
You made the whole town wish they were blind

It’s you, that I’m talking to
It’s you, that I’m talking to