The Song That Nobody Likes

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Fee Fi Fo Fum I smell the blood of a 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 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 ba 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 clensed

And the banners and badges of 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 Mexico, London and Jericho,

Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo

Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan

Disneyland, Narnia, former Yugoslavia

Yes siree boy, there's nothing worth living for

But it really ain't worth dying for

So just say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains

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

and say goodnight Jim Bob

Bm C Bm C ....

Good Night Jim Bob