Yeah. You're either gonna like this song, or kick my a** after the show. You're the love of my life, But it cuts like a knife, And I feel that I'm being misled. See, I'm a little concerned, For I've recently learned Of the swastika tattoo on your head. And it makes you smile When you hear "Sieg Heil". You love the smell of a burning cross in the yard. You do goose-step salutes In your Doc Martin boots, And you quoted "Mein Kampf" in our 5th anniversary card. I think you're a nazi, baby. Are you a nazi? You might be a nazi, baby... You keep extensive files On the Nuremberg trials, And you watch them whenever they're airing. I guess I should've known When you bought a new bone For your puppies named Göbbles and Göring. You showed up late To our very first date; I said, "How are you?", you said, "White power". Call me paranoid, But I'm not overjoyed When you ask me if I want to shower... I think you're a nazi. Don't be lyin', baby, Are you a nazi? Are you anti-Zion, baby? Your every dress Is monagrammed "SS". You hold an Aryan picknick and bash. And it makes me irate When you say I look great When I wear a little tiny moustache. Your social politics Say that races don't mix, And you call it pure-blood pollution. And whenever I'm sad, You say it's not so bad, For every problem there's a Final Solution... I think you're a nazi. Give me an answer, baby. Are you a nazi? You drive a f**in' panzer, baby. You say that love is blind, So how could I have guessed... But then again, I met you At the Wagner Fest... I know you're a nazi, And that's why I'm leavin'. I know you're a nazi, Sure as my name is Stephen... ... Lynchbergstein.