My songs usually tell autobiographical comedic tales, but this one stems from a serious incident during my drinking days. True to my style, I’ve found the humour in it, so hopefully, it’ll still tickle your funny bone! This song is about psychosis and public nudity. In 2007, I experienced alcohol-induced psychosis in Canberra, leading to vivid hallucinations—including voices urging self-harm. At one point, I was wandering suburban streets at dawn, completely naked, trying to steal a car. Actually, I say I was completely naked ... but was I? This is a story about me being naked in public but the song is also asking the listener when they might have been naked in public themselves. Lyrics: Now we’ve all had that dream at night Where you’re naked in public, it was quite a fright But has this dream ever come true for you? Maybe you were at a nudist camp Or perhaps you’re a famous nudie run champ Have you ever been naked in public view? Years ago, it came true for me When my health wasn’t so good, mentally I heard voices, telling me what to do. And the voices in my head Told me to take off my clothes Or I’d be dead So, I walked the streets Completely naked. Oh wait! Hang on. I wasn’t completely naked. I had my boots on, yeah. I had my boots on, yeah. You could see my bits And my butt was bare But I made sure to wear Protective footwear I had my boots on, yeah Perhaps the nudist beach is your thing Where you like to expose everything For me, it wasn’t like that at all Maybe you’re a nude art model Or a pole dance stripper in a high-class brothel I was naked from too much alcohol I later found out my diagnosis I had alcohol induced psychosis As a result, I broke the public nudity laws And the voices in my head Told me to take off my clothes Or I’d be dead So, I walked the streets Completely naked. Oh! Hang on. I tell a lie. I wasn’t completely naked I had my boots on, yeah I had my boots on, yeah You could see my bits And my butt was bare But I made sure to wear Protective footwear I had my boots on, yeah The police came arrested me They said I was a butt-crack addict They asked me for ID But of course, I didn’t have it. This birthday suit, don’t have pockets, man They couldn’t see I was mentally sick They threw me in the police van For being bare naked in public Well, you know, I wasn’t completely naked I had my boots on, yeah I had my boots on, yeah You could see my bits And my butt was bare But I made sure to wear Protective footwear I had my boots on, yeah