The Music That Nobody Likes (BBC In Concert) - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Fee Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of 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

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 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 smut

Should he censored OK

But this shit is fucked, as they say in the U. S .A

And they say it in 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

And say goodnight Jim Bob

Gooonight Jim Bob