Fee fi fo fum

I smell the blood of Nazi scum

I want my dad and I want my mum

A Sherman tank and a load of guns



If love is the answer

What was the question

And can it cure my indigestion baby?



Out of the frying pan

Into the frying pan

Back to the drawing board

And I'll draw you a diagram

We'll put on the kettle for some tea and some sympathy

Infamy! Infamy!

They've all got it in for me



If love is the answer

Then what was the question

And can it solve the traffic congestion baby?



Carry on, carry on you've got nothing to lose

You've dirtied your pants and you can't afford shoes

To stand up and fight stand up for your rights

And dance to the music that nobody likes



It goes ba ba ba ba



Out of the mouths of babes bearing arms

Come the terrified sounds of a baby's alarm

At the kidnap and rape of his family and friends

Who've been taken away to be ethnically cleansed

And the banners and badges and your anarchist friends

Say "Apocalypse Now man!"

And "Never again!"

And I know the following smut should be censored OK

But this shit is fucked as they say in the USA

ANd they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho

Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo

Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan

Disneyland, Narnis, former Yugoslavia



You siree boy there's nothing worth living for

But it really ain't worth dying for

So jsut say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains

Two how's your fathers, give your thanks to God

And say goodnight Jim Bob



Goodnight Jim Bob

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