Lyrics

So, yeah, this is a new song I've written. It's kind of, sort of jaunty swing number called 'Cont' I don't like Jews Neither should you They're ethically and spiritually poor That's a fact I don't like black people It's just not acceptable There should be some kind of law That is that And I get the shits With Inuits They get on my tits The little bastards And women Just make me so mad Does that make me bad? Am I bad? Is that bad? And the fuckin' Italians I just cannot stand them They really inspire my rancor Cheating fucking Italian wankers And lesbians and the bi-curious Make me furious It's not their fault I know But still... Grr... And fuckin' Christians I just want to punch them in their faces And I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tube And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers And I hate gays who talk happily And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry I hate the rich I hate the poor I hate bitches I hate whores I hate Africans I hate Japanese I hate the disabled I hate Burmese Yeah I don't care about your color or your creed I will judge you for no reason Fuck, Sorry. That's the trouble with trying out new stuff. I had half the lyrics covered up. I think we should probably do it again. I think if we leave it there I might run the risk of being misconstrued. It's not even called 'Cont', it called 'Context'. I don't like Jews Who make and distribute kiddy porn Neither should you Their ethically and spiritually poor That's a fact I don't like black people Who risk billions of other peoples money gambling on future derivatives It's just not acceptable There should be some kind of law That is that And I get the shits With Inuits Who find out what job I do And regale me with a racist joke or two They get on my tits The little bastards And women Who judge other women for not holding the some views as them vis-a-vis career and mothering Just make me so mad Does that make me bad? Am I bad? Is that bad? And the fuckin' Italians I just cannot stand them When they take a dive in the penalty box Denying Australia its world cup spot They really inspire my rancor Cheating fucking Italian wankers And lesbians and the bi-curious Make me furious When their pride parade blocked the traffic flow when my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospital It's not their fault I know But still... Grr... And fuckin' Christians Who lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersection I just want to punch them in their faces Although my anger is fleeting I understand their frustration She's a little too hesitant And I'm not comfortable Muslims on the tube Who look over my shoulder when I'm readin' And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers Who smoke cigarettes while their feeding And I hate gays who talk happily During the final act of King Lear And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry When they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangered rhinoceros I hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotry I hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotry I hate bitches who get rabies and try to bite babies I hate whores who wont accept visa I hate Africans racists I hate Japanese homophobes I hate those disabled rapists I hate Burmese cats Yeah I don't care about your color or your creed I will judge you for no reason But your deeds
Writer(s): Timothy Minchin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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