Long ago in times gone by,
you often heard somebody cry,
"It's the Liverpool Streaker."

They've seen him in the Big house
Lime Street station too
Flashing all the wedding gear
to the folks on platform two,

Some old ladies spotted him
that dirty scandalous bloke,
one of them had a heart attack
the other had a stroke.
(She said it felt cold)

He's been seen in the Empire
down by the stage door,
as he streaked across the stage
the audience shouted "more."

Running naked in Queens Square
all the people stopped and stare,
as they could tell he'd dyed his hair.
That's the Liverpool Streaker.