The Ballad of Blaze the Naked Gunslinger
Once upon a time there was a boy named Blaze
Running round naked's how he spent his days
Lived in a town where no one understood
Streaking was a business and business was good
One day that naked rascal was smoking some weeds
That grew in his garden from marijuana seeds
All over town, oh how that weed-smoke stunk
So then came some cowboys to wrangle that punk
Well, he jumped off the porch and he ran up the street
And since he was nude, the road bruised his feet
Soon those boys caught up and they took him to the grass
Yeah, they punched him down and they kicked him in the ass
Stop
Drop
Roll...
Well, our friend Blaze was big and tough
But his legs got snapped and his junk got all scuffed
And hem wicked cowboys was getting kinda tired
So they doused him in whiskey, set his ass on fire
Maybe it was the devil telled them boys to do it
Some say they was crazed from smoking on a hookah
But right's what's right and ne'er the twain shall meet
Now that murdered soul hunts by night for cowboy meat
Naked and roasting still to this day
He roams the streets of Milford making them sinners pay
So if you live around that region you'd best sleep awake
'Cause Blaze is coming, for Jesus's sake
Stop
Drop
Roll...