The Music That Nobody Likes

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 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 he censored okay

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 sire 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, goodnight Jim Bob