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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!"
And 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
Just 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)
Writer(s): Ray Stevens
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