Little Tiny Moustache - Stephen Lynch

Yeah

You’re either going to like this song

Or kick my ass after the show

You’re the love of my life but it cuts like a knife

And I feel that I’m being mislead

See I’m a little concerned for I 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 Marten boots

And you quoted Mein Kampf in our fifth anniversary card

I think you’re a Nazi baby

Are you a Nazi

You might be a Nazi baby

You keep extensive files on the Nuremburg trials

And you watch them whenever they’re airing

I guess I should’ve know when you bought a new bone

For your puppies named Goebbels and Goering

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 Nazi

Don’t be lying baby

Are you a Nazi

Are you anti Zion maybe

Your every dress is monogrammed SS

You hold an Aryan picnic and bash

And it makes me irate when you say I look great when I wear a little tiny

moustache

Your social politics say that races don’t 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 Nazi

Give me an answer baby

Are you a Nazi

You drive a fucking Panzer baby

They say that love is blind then how is it that I have guessed

But then again I met you at the Wagner fest

I know you’re a Nazi

And that’s why I’m leaving

I know you’re a Nazi

Sure as my name is Stephen

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