Cont Lyrics

"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 s****
With Inuits
They get on my t***
The little b******s

And women
Just make me so mad
Does that make me bad?
Am I bad?
Is that bad?

And the f*****' Italians
I just cannot stand them
They really inspire my rancor
Cheating f****** Italian w*****s

And l******s and the bi-curious
Make me furious
It's not their fault I know
But still...
Grr...

And f*****' 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 f*****' Chinese make me angry

I hate the rich

I hate the poor

I hate b******

I hate w****s

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

"f***, 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 p***
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 s****
With Inuits
Who find out what job I do
And regale me with a racist joke or two
They get on my t***
The little b******s

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 f*****' 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 f****** Italian w*****s
And l******s 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 f*****' 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 f*****' 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 b****** who get rabies and try to b*** babies

I hate w****s who wont accept visa

I hate Africans racists

I hate Japanese h***phobes

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