Nakedman, Nakedman - where art thou? I saw you kissing that girl on the dance floor, whilst wearing my Rostock t-shirt, and then you disappeared. Oh, Nakedman, we miss you! Are you doing the Stone-Bone somewhere?? I remember when we were in the taxi in Ostrava, and you told me the story about the man with a radio in his penis ... Was my reaction too strong?? Um, should I have tried a little harder to understand - Was it something I said??
Oh, Nakedman, Nakedman ... where have you gone??
You rascal, you, Nakedman! You surly devil! You scored, didn't you, Nakedman!? Kiss the girl one more time, put your clothes back on, and come home!
We miss you! Trixie and Johnson McLoud
Well Trixie McGillicutty and Johnson McLoud, the naked man is alive and well, and he misses you too. Back in Berlin, after hanginī in Wien with the Wienners, and patiently awaiting your arrival. The Nakedman hopes you fellows show up soon, because even though sleeping on a park bench isnīt so bad, it is a little cold with no clothes. Well, peace out, and tune in... to the Nakedman.
Posted by: The Nakedman on July 8, 2003 03:48 AM