-> "Something About Racism"
Original Song Title:
"Surrey With the Fringe On Top"
Parody Song Title:
"Something About Racism"
The Lyrics
When I take you lynchin' out with me
Honey, this is what we're gonna see
We'll be standin' in a crowd of snow-white Aryans
At a picnic like you've never seen
Spics, Canucks and Greeks better scurry
When I take them out in a flurry
When I take them out in a flurry with my M16
Watch my finger squeezin' the trigger
As I shoot a quick-steppin' Migger
Southern belles will titter and snigger at the sportin' scene
The Chinks are yellow, the rag-heads are brown
The sheenies are cheatin' tight-fisters
The Miggers are tryin' to lie right down
On top of our pure and chaste sisters
All the micks are drinkin' and stinkin'
Most are uglier than that Lincoln
Mighty glad the Booth guy shot Lincoln -- Act III, Second Scene
Which is why the Southern holiday is April 14
Would you say the sheenies like to schmooze?
Bet your life those sheenies like to schmooze!
Would you say that all the micks are sloppy drunkards?
Micks need drink, the Miggers like to snooze
Look around the world -- it's not cutesy
Hutus are dismemb'ring the Tutsi
Hellfire missiles hit wedding parties and it's all obscene
Till we're rid of all colored rapists
And the Eye-talians (who are papists)
All God's peoples surely will stay pissed and be wicked mean!
The cross is burning in the field as we ride
A sheenie swings from a tether
The Johnny Reb song of the battle is cried
By killer birds of a feather
Do you wish they'd go on forever?
Do you wish they'd go on forever?
Do you wish they'd go on forever?
Till the world is clean
And the master's face is pure white as the field is pure green
Dusk to night are soon to be wedded
Dixie sun has gone to be bedded
Christian folk are being beheaded --
A familiar scene
I can see a reb flag unfurlin'
See the crooked cross once in Berlin
What does it all mean?
The words are pourin' from the dark of my mouth
And runnin' coarsely together
Wop kraut slope Chink Migger Nip dago frog kike
And fairies and dykes dressed in leather
Hush, my mouth. The fools are a-listenin'
Past our graveyards they are a-whistlin'
Human beasts at you are a-bristlin'
And they're very mean
Stow that crap in what you're yappin'
Or report to the Dean!
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