The Dead Milkmen - Here Comes Mr. X lyrics

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 k** him soon Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah Run him over in his own Impala Oh, please, k** 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