Newman)



Old lady lost in the city in the middle of a cold, cold night

It was fourteen below 

And the wind starts to blow

There wasn't a boy scout in sight

Pull down the shades cause he's coming, turn out the lights cause he's here

Running 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 head up toward broad stree, shuffling uptown against the wind

She'd started to cry, 

Wiped a tear 

From her eye

Looked back to see where she had been



Old lady stand on the corner with a purse in her hand

She does not know 

But in a minute or so

She will be robbed by a naked man



Beware, beware, beware of the naked man



Old lady lean against a lamppost, staring down at the ground on which she stand

She look up and screamed

In the lamplight's beam

There stood the famous naked man



He say, they found out about my sister, they kicked me out of the navy,

They would have strung me up if they could.

I tried to explain that we were both of us lazy

And were doing the best we could.



Well he faked to the left and he faked to the right

And the purse was snatched from her hand

Someone stop me, he cried,

As he faded from sight,

Won't nobody help a naked man? Oh Lord

Won't nobody help a naked man? 



Beware, beware, beware of the naked man