When I say I’m a nudist I am told I’m disgusting But then, I keep forgetting It’s that “people don’t ****” thing. And people don’t **** And nobody ever craps. They just keep their napkin Tucked safely in their laps. They don’t belch, not ever, And nobody picks their nose. It’s the way of polite folks And that’s just how it goes.
Well, let me remind you Where you were born, And where you came out of, And that you were shorn Of any kind of clothing Both mother and the child. You were born like the animals Both domestic and wild.
You are naked one assumes When you shower your body So, please quit acting like ****** is something shoddy. Your parent put such madness Inside of your innocent head; Things like getting re-dressed Each night when you go to bed.
The insanity of Europeans Who came to American soil And wore LAYERS of clothing In the heat while they toiled. Then they went to other lands And warped the people there With the strange brand of madness They had been taught to share.
They were taught to be ashamed Of what god had given them; That their private parts were evil And turned you into a golem. And when asked for a reason For this weird kind of crazy They started talking about god When their logic got all hazy.
So you “people don’t ****” folks Can just kiss my naked ***. That thinking might work for you But for me it won’t pass For anything but brainwash And the programming of the sick. So wake the hell up, the rest of you And get on the natural stick.
If I want to be naked all day And you want to wear clothing That should be each of our choice; A personal ‘go or don’t go’ thing. I mean, for a perfect example here Think of laundry bill savings So, you can just stop harassing And gnashing and raving.