Standard (EADGBE)
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
Good Night Jim Bob