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Fee Fi Fo Fum |
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I smell the blood of Nazi scum |
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I want my dad and I want my mum |
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A Sherman tank and a load of guns |
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If love is the answer |
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What was the question |
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And can it cure my indigestion |
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baby? |
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Out of the frying pan |
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Into the frying pan |
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Back to the drawing board |
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And I 'll draw you a diagram |
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We 'll put on the kettle |
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for some tea and some sympathy |
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Infamy ! Infamy ! |
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They've all got it in for me |
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If love is the answer |
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What was the question |
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And can it solve the traffic congestion |
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baby? |
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Carry on, carry on |
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you've got nothing to lose |
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You've dirtied your pants |
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and you can't afford shoes |
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To stand up and fight |
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stand up for your rights |
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And dance to the music |
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that nobody likes |
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It goes ba ba ba ba |
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out of the mouths of babes bearing arms |
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come the terrified sounds of a baby's alarm |
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at the kidnap and rape of his family and friends |
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who've oeen taken away to be ethnically cleansed |
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And the banners and badges and your anarchist friends |
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say "Apocalypse Now man !" |
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and "Never Again ! " |
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And I know the following smut |
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should he censored OK |
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But this shit is fucked, as they say in the U. S .A |
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And they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho, |
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Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo |
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Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan, |
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Disneyland, Narnia, former Yugoslavia |
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Yes siree boy, there's nothing worth living for |
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But it really ain't worth dying for |
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So just say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains, |
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and say goodnight Jim Bob |
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Gooonight Jim Bob |
