| 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 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 kid |
