Fee fi fo fum   I smell the blood of Nazi 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, man?   And "Never again"      And I know the following smut   Should he censored okay   But this shit is fucked   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