Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of !#@$ 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 been taken away

To be ethnically cleansed
And the banners and badges
And your anarchist friends

Say "Apocalypse now, manââ?¬
And "Never again"
And I know the following smut

Should he censored okay
But this %#@! is $#&@ed
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 sire 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, goodnight Jim Bob