Yeah, I did. I’s standin’ over there by the tomaters, and here he come, running through the pole beans, through the fruits and vegetables,nekkid 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, look at that, look at that
There he goes, look at that, look at that
And he ain’t wearin’ no clothes
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
Fastest thing on two feet
Look at that, look at that
He’s just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He goin’ give us a peek
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to show off his physique
Look at that, look at that
If there’s an audience to be found
He’ll be streakin’ around
Invitin’ public critique
A-h-h-hh...college days, streakers....good times.