I'm engaged in skinny dipping,
when I feel some creature nipping
in the shark infested waters off Capri.
Now with hopping and with skipping,
I emerge with water dripping,
and keep sprinting to get further from the sea.

But I think I am in trouble
running wildly on the double,
when I see there are policemen giving chase.
I have left my clothes behind me,
and I know those cops will find me.
Public streaking is considered a disgrace.

Now I'm sitting in the pokey,
but I think there's something hokey,
because no one's volunteered to pay my bail.
All the pals, who found me charming
have left town, and that's alarming.
When you need them, that's the time when friendships fail.