Here he comes, he's coming down the street   With his drunken wife and the kids he beats   He's gonna tell you that life is hard   And then he'll dump his trash in your backyard   You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure   When Mr. X moves in next door      Just take a walk on the ignorant side   And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind   Just take a walk on the ignorant side   And you'll get to see through his eyes      There he goes, now he's on the lawn   With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on   The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'   He must be the product of those two first cousins   He's got a rifle and a low I.Q.   He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food      Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead   Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head   Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon   Send someone to kill him soon   Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah   Run him over in his own Impala   Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine   Take a pipe and bash in his brain      Here he comes, he's driving 'round the block   Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox   Inviting your kids to an Aryan Youth Camp   Moving his ammo when the basement gets damp   Training his dog to attack your cat   Hitting your mower with a baseball bat      Just take a walk on the ignorant side (take a walk)   And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind   Just take a walk on the ignorant side   And you'll get to see through his eyes      Here he comes into your life   With about as much charm as a Bowie knife   He'll swim in your pool when you're not home   And steal your tools and your garden gnomes   Here he comes, he's coming down the street   With his drunken wife and the kids he beats