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
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 oeen 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 he censored OK
But this shit is fucked, as they say in the U. S .A
And they say it in 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,
and say goodnight Jim Bob
Gooonight Jim Bob