Tim Minchin - Cont Lyrics
I don't like JewsNeither should youThey're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a factI don't like black peopleIt's just not acceptableThere should be some kind of law, that is thatAnd I get the shitsWith InuitsThey get on my tits, the little bastardsAnd womenJust make me so madDoes that make me bad, am I bad?Is that bad?And the *****in' ItaliansI just cannot stand themThey really inspire my rancourCheating *****ing Italian wankers! And lesbians and the bicuriousMake me furiousIt's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr! And *****in' ChristiansI just want to punch them in their facesAnd I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tubeAnd I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothersAnd I hate gays who talk camplyAnd the *****in' Chinese make me angryI hate the richI hate the poorI hate *****esI hate whoresI hate AfricansI hate JapaneseI hate the disabledI hate BurmeseYeah, I don't care about your color or your creedI will judge you for no reason[At this point, Tim "realises" that he's made a mistake: "*****, Sorry.That's the trouble with trying out new stuff, it's... I had half the lyricsCovered up. I think we should probably do it again. I think if we leave itThere I might run the risk of being misconstrued. It's not even called'Cont', it called 'Context'."][The song begins again]I don't like JewsWho make and distribute kiddy pornNeither should youTheir ethically and spiritually poor, that's a factI don't like black peopleWho risk billions of other peoples money gambling on future derivativesIt's just not acceptableThere should be some kind of law, that is thatAnd I get the shitsWith InuitsWho find out what job I doAnd regale me with a racist joke or twoThey get on my tits, the little bastardsAnd womenWho judge other women for not holding the some views as them vis-a-visCareer and motheringJust make me so madDoes that make me bad, am I bad?Is that bad?And the *****in' ItaliansI just cannot stand themWhen they take a dive in the penalty boxDenying Australia it's World Cup spotThey really inspire my rancourCheating *****ing Italian wankersAnd lesbians and the bicuriousMake me furiousWhen their pride parade blocked the traffic flowWhen my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospitalIt's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr! And *****in' ChristiansWho lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersectionI just want to punch them in their facesAlthough my anger is fleetingI understand their frustrationShe's a little too hesitantAnd I'm not comfortable Muslims on the tubeWho look over my shoulder when I'm readin'And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothersWho smoke cigarettes while their feedingAnd I hate gays who talk camplyDuring the final act of King LearAnd the *****in' Chinese make me angryWhen they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangeredRhinocerosI hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotryI hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotryI hate *****es who get rabies and try to bite babiesI hate whores who won't accept VisaI hate African racistsI hate Japanese homophobesI hate those disabled rapistsI hate Burmese catsYeah, I don't care about your colour or your creedI will judge you for no reason... But your deeds
