"So, yeah, this is a new song I've written. It's kind of, sort of jaunty swing number called 'Cont'"
I don't like Jews
Neither should you
They're ethically and spiritually poor
That's a fact
I don't like black people
It's just not acceptable
There should be some kind of law
That is that
And I get the shits
With Inuits
They get on my tits
The little bastards
And women
Just make me so mad
Does that make me bad?
Am I bad?
Is that bad?
And the ****in' Italians
I just cannot stand them
They really inspire my rancor
Cheating ****ing Italian wankers
And lesbians and the bi-curious
Make me furious
It's not their fault I know
But still...
Grr...
And ****in' Christians
I just want to punch them in their faces
And I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tube
And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers
And I hate gays who talk happily
And the ****in' Chinese make me angry
I hate the rich
I hate the poor
I hate bitches
I hate whores
I hate Africans
I hate Japanese
I hate the disabled
I hate Burmese
Yeah I don't care about your color or your creed
I will judge you for no reason
"****, Sorry. That's the trouble with trying out new stuff. I had half the lyrics covered up. I think we should probably do it again. I think if we leave it there I might run the risk of being misconstrued. It's not even called 'Cont', it called 'Context'."
I don't like Jews
Who make and distribute kiddy porn
Neither should you
Their ethically and spiritually poor
That's a fact
I don't like black people
Who risk billions of other peoples money gambling on future derivatives
It's just not acceptable
There should be some kind of law
That is that
And I get the shits
With Inuits
Who find out what job I do
And regale me with a racist joke or two
They get on my tits
The little bastards
And women
Who judge other women for not holding the some views as them vis-a-vis career and mothering
Just make me so mad
Does that make me bad?
Am I bad?
Is that bad?
And the ****in' Italians
I just cannot stand them
When they take a dive in the penalty box
Denying Australia its world cup spot
They really inspire my rancor
Cheating ****ing Italian wankers
And lesbians and the bi-curious
Make me furious
When their pride parade blocked the traffic flow
When my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospital
It's not their fault I know
But still...
Grr...
And ****in' Christians
Who lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersection
I just want to punch them in their faces
Although my anger is fleeting
I understand their frustration
She's a little too hesitant
And I'm not comfortable Muslims on the tube
Who look over my shoulder when I'm readin'
And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers
Who smoke cigarettes while their feeding
And I hate gays who talk happily
During the final act of King Lear
And the ****in' Chinese make me angry
When they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangered rhinoceros
I hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotry
I hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotry
I hate bitches who get rabies and try to bite babies
I hate whores who wont accept visa
I hate Africans racists
I hate Japanese homophobes
I hate those disabled rapists
I hate Burmese cats
Yeah I don't care about your color or your creed
I will judge you for no reason
But your deeds