| I know why I like you
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| It’s cause of your clothing and your haircut
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| And cause you’re racist
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| I have a match; |
| your face
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| My asking you questions you can’t answer
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| You want to box me?
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| Our world works in a weird way
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| I’ve heard them say a man with a beard may
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| Frighten children or dogs but a mustache scares me more
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| I know why you bite me
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| It’s cause of your instincts and your canines
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| And cause I kicked you
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| I have a bone to pick;
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| Please go on the paper and fetch me my slippers
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| And stop meowing
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| Man’s best friend wags his tail and
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| Bares his teeth at the man with the mail and
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| Though he’s frightened of thunder he never goes to war
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| Tell me what’s the circumstance of circumcision?
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| And what goes in my daughter’s pants is whose decision?
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| I’ve seen the facts of inter-race relations
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| Of see-through slacks, of cyber-masturbation;
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| If a hundred monkeys each could get their own show
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| Perhaps one day a chimp might say
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| «And you have faith, you just need to use it sayeth the Lord»
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| I know why I like you
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| It’s cause of your sandals and your supper
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| And cause you’re Jesus
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| I have a match; |
| your dad, my dad has
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| Your picture right next to your mother’s
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| And one of Charo
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| They hold hands up in heaven
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| And they say that their son’s name is Kevin
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| But I read in a book somewhere that his name is Jack |