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 Goebbles and Garring
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 baby?

Your every dress is monagram SS, you hold an Aryan picknick and bash
And it makes me irate when you say I look great when I wear a litle tiny moustache, Your social politics say that races dont 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] baby?
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.