Fee Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of [bad word] scum
I want my dad and I want my mum
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] should he censored OK
But this [bad word] is [bad word]  as they say in the U. S .And they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho,
Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo
Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanastan,
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 B0b

Gooonight Jim Bob