| Rastus was a nigga, thug mugger junkie
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| Black golly gob, big horny monkey
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| Pimp pusher coon, grinning piccaninnies
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| Send him home soon, back to the trees!
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| Black wogs, black wogs
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| Your face don’t fit
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| Black wogs, black wogs
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| You ain’t no Brit!
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| Ahmed is a Paki, curry coffee queer
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| Ten to a bed, flocking over here
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| Tax-sponging canker, smelly thieving kids
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| Ponce greasy wanker, worse than the yids!
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| Brown wogs, brown wogs
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| Your face don’t fit
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| Brown wogs, brown wogs
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| You ain’t no Brit!
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| Stick together we’ll be all right me and you
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| The only colours we need are red, white and blue
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| Paddy is a moron, spud thick Mick
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| Breeds like a rabbit, thinks with his pick
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| Anything floors him if he can’t fight or drink it
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| Round them up in Ulster, tow it out and sink it!
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| Green wogs, green wogs
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| Our face don’t fit
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| Green wogs, green wogs
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| We ain’t no Brits!
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| If the victim ain’t a soldier why should we care?
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| Irish bodies don’t count, life’s cheaper over there
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| Green wogs, green wogs
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| Face don’t fit
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| Green wogs. |
| Green wogs
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| We ain’t no Brits
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| Green wogs, green wogs
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| Grab 'em boys
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| Green wogs, green wogs
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| Turn up the white noise
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| Turn up the white noise
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| Turn up the white noise! |