The Song That Nobody Likes

Bm C Fee Fi Fo Fum I smell the blood of a nazi scum Bm I want my dad and I want my mum C A sherman tank and a load of guns G If love is the answer, what was the question, Em D And can it cure my indigestion, baby? Bm Out of the frying pan, into the frying pan C Back to the drawing board and I'll draw you a diagram Bm We'll put on the kettle for some tea and some sympathy C Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me G If love is the answer what was the question Em D And can it solve the traffic congestion, baby? Bm Carry on, carry on, you've got nothing to lose C You've dirtied your pants and you can't afford shoes Bm To stand up and fight stand up for your rights C And dance to the music that nobody likes G Bm Em C It goes ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ... G Out of the mouths of babes bearing arms Bm come the terrified sounds of a baby's alarm Em at the kidnap and rape of his family and friends C who've been taken away to be ethnically clensed And the banners and badges of your anarchist friends say "Apocalypse now, man!" and "Never Again!" And I know the following smut should be censored OK But this shit is fucked, as they say in the USA And they say it Mexico, London and Jericho, Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan Disneyland, Narnia, former Yugoslavia Yes siree boy, there's nothing worth living for But it really ain't worth dying for So just say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains two how's your fathers, give your thanks to God and say goodnight Jim Bob Bm C Bm C .... Good Night Jim Bob