You're the love of my life but it cuts like a knife 
 and I feel that I'm being misled 
 See I'm a little concerned for I've recently learned 
 of the swastika tattoo on your head 

 And it makes you smile when you hear "Sieg Heil" 
 You love the smell of a burning cross in the yard 
 You do goose step salutes in your Doc Martin boots, 
 and you quoted "Mein Kampf" in our 5th anniversary card. 

 I think you're a [bad word] baby, 
 Are you a [bad word]  
 You might be a [bad word] baby... 

 You keep extensive files on the Nuremberg trials, 
 and you watch them whenever they're airing 
 I guess I should've known when you bought a new bone 
 for your puppies named Goebbels and Goering 

 You showed up late to our very first date, 
 I said "how are you" you said "white power" 
 Call me paranoid but I'm not overjoyed 
 when you ask me if I want to shower...

 I think you're a [bad word] 
 Don't be lying baby, 
 Are you a [bad word]  
 Are you anti-Zion maybe? 

 Your every dress is monogrammed SS, 
 you hold an Aryan picnic and bash 
 And it makes me irate when you say I look great 
 when I wear a little tiny moustache,

 Your social politics say that races don't mix, 
 and you call it pure blood pollution
 And whenever I'm sad, you say it's not so bad, 
 for every problem there's a "Final Solution"...

 I think you're a [bad word]  
 Give me an answer baby 
 Are you a [bad word]  
 You drive a [bad word] panzer baby 

 You say that love is blind so how could I have guessed 
 But then again I met you at The Wagner Fest. 

 I know you're a [bad word] 
 And that's why I'm leavin' 
 I know you're a [bad word] 
 Sure as my name is Stephen, Lynch-Berg-stein.