Here Comes Mr. X - The Dead Milkmen

Here he comes, he’s coming down the street

With his drunken wife and the kids he beats

He’s gonna tell you that life is hard

And then he’ll dump his trash in your backyard

You’ll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure

When Mr. X moves in next door

Just take a walk on the ignorant side

And you’ll get to see what goes on in his mind

Just take a walk on the ignorant side

And you’ll get to see through his eyes

There he goes, now he’s on the lawn

With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on

The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'

He must be the product of those two first cousins

He’s got a rifle and a low I. Q

He doesn’t close his mouth when he chews his food

Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead

Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head

Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon

Send someone to kill him soon

Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah

Run him over in his own Impala

Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine

Take a pipe and bash in his brain

Here he comes, he’s driving 'round the block

Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox

Inviting your kids to an Aryan Youth Camp

Moving his ammo when the basement gets damp

Training his dog to attack your cat

Hitting your mower with a baseball bat

Just take a walk on the ignorant side (take a walk)

And you’ll get to see what goes on in his mind

Just take a walk on the ignorant side

And you’ll get to see through his eyes

Here he comes into your life

With about as much charm as a Bowie knife

He’ll swim in your pool when you’re not home

And steal your tools and your garden gnomes

Here he comes, he’s coming down the street

With his drunken wife and the kids he beats