Tim Minchin - Cont lyrics

I don't like Jews Neither should you They're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact I don't like black people It's just not acceptable There should be some kind of law, that is that And I get the sh**s With Inuits They get on my tits, the little ba*tards And women Just make me so mad Does that make me bad, am I bad? Is that bad? And the f**in' Italians I just cannot stand them They really inspire my rancour Cheating f**ing Italian wa*kers! And lesbians and the bicurious Make me furious It's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr! And f**in' Christians I just want to punch them in their faces And I'm not comfortable with m**ms on the tube And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers And I hate gays who talk camply And the f**in' Chinese make me angry I hate the rich I hate the poor I hate b**hes I hate who*es I hate Africans I hate Japanese I hate the disabled I hate Burmese Yeah, I don't care about your color or your creed I will judge you for no reason [At this point, Tim "realises" that he's made a mistake: "f**, Sorry. That's the trouble with trying out new stuff, it's... I had half the lyrics Covered up. I think we should probably do it again. I think if we leave it There 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 Jews Who make and distribute kiddy p**n Neither should you They're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact I don't like black people Who risk billions of other peoples' money gambling on future derivatives It's just not acceptable There should be some kind of law, that is that And I get the sh**s With Inuits Who find out what job I do And regale me with a racist joke or two They get on my tits, the little ba*tards And women Who judge other women for not holding the some views as them vis-a-vis Career and mothering Just make me so mad Does that make me bad, am I bad? Is that bad? And the f**in' Italians I just cannot stand them When they take a dive in the penalty box Denying Australia it's World Cup spot They really inspire my rancour Cheating f**ing Italian wa*kers And lesbians and the bicurious Make me furious When their pride parade blocked the traffic flow When my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospital It's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr! And f**in' Christians Who lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersection I just want to punch them in their faces Although my anger is fleeting I understand their frustration She's a little too hesitant And I'm not comfortable m**ms on the tube Who look over my shoulder when I'm readin' And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers Who smoke cigarettes while they're feeding And I hate gays who talk camply During the final act of King Lear And the f**in' Chinese make me angry When they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangered Rhinoceros I hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotry I hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotry I hate b**hes who get rabies and try to bite babies I hate who*es who won't accept Visa I hate African racists I hate Japanese h*mophobes I hate those disabled rapists I hate Burmese cats Yeah, I don't care about your colour or your creed I will judge you for no reason... But your deeds