Little Tiny Moustache

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 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 marten boots

and you quoted Mein Kampf in our fifth 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 have known when you bought a new bone

for your puppies name Goebbels and Goering

you showed up late to our very first date

i said 'how are you?' and 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

tell me if you're a nazi

are you anti-zion, maybe

your every dress is monogrammed 'ss'

you hold an aryan picnic and bash

it makes me irate when you say i look great

if i wear a little tiny moustache

you call it pure blood pollution

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 fucking panzer, baby

but then again, i met you at the Wagnerfest

i know you're a nazi

so i must be leavin'

i know you're a nazi

sure as my name is Stephen..

Lynchbergstein!