Here Comes Mr X
Here He Comes, He's Coming Down the Street
With His Drunken Wife and His Kids That He Beats
He's Gonna Tell You That Life Is Hard
Then He'll Dump His Trash in Your Back Yard
You'll Here Lots of Talk About the Racially Pure
When Mr. X Moves in Next Door
Just Take a Walk On the Ignorant Side
And You'll Get to See What Goes On in His Mind
Just Take a Walk On the Ignorant Side
And You'll Get to See Through His Eyes
There He Goes, Now He's On the Lawn
With His Sans-a-belt Pants and Hush Puppies On
The Sky Is Blue and the Bees Are Buzzin'
He Must Be the Product of Two First Cousins
He's Got a Rifle and a Low I.q.
He Doesn't Close His Mouth When He Chews His Food
Oh, Please, Dear God, Strike Him Dead
Aim a Lightning Bolt At His Head
Oh, Please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon,
Send Someone to Kill Him Soon
Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah,
Run Him Over With His Own Impala
Oh, Please, Kill Him, Shirley Maclaine
Take a Pipe and Bash in His Brain
Here He Comes, Driving 'round the Block
Sticking Pamphlets in Your Mailbox
Inviting Your Kids to Aryan Youth Camp
Moving His Ammo When His Basement Gets Damp
Training His Dog to Attack Your Cat
Hitting Your Mower With a Baseball Bat
Here He Comes Into Your Life
With About As Much Charm As a Bowie Knife
He'll Swim in Your Pool When You're Not Home
And Steal Your Tools and Your Garden Gnome
Here He Comes, Coming Down the Street
With His Drunken Wife and His Kids That Be Beats
Aquí Viene el Sr. X
Aquí Viene, Bajando por la Calle
Con Su Esposa Ebria y Sus Hijos a los Que Golpea
Te Dirá que la Vida es Dura
Y Luego Tirará su Basura en tu Patio Trasero
Escucharás Muchas Conversaciones Sobre la Pureza Racial
Cuando el Sr. X se Mude al Lado
Solo Da un Paseo por el Lado Ignorante
Y Verás lo que Pasa en su Mente
Solo Da un Paseo por el Lado Ignorante
Y Verás a Través de sus Ojos
Allá Va, Ahora Está en el Césped
Con sus Pantalones Sin Cinturón y Zapatos Cómodos Puestos
El Cielo es Azul y las Abejas Zumban
Debe Ser el Producto de Dos Primos Hermanos
Tiene un Rifle y un Bajo Coeficiente Intelectual
No Cierra la Boca al Masticar su Comida
Oh, Por Favor, Querido Dios, Mátalo
Apunta un Rayo en su Cabeza
Oh, Por Favor, Reverendo Sun Yung Moon,
Envía a Alguien para Matarlo Pronto
Oh, Mahoma, Profeta de Alá,
Atropéllalo con su Propio Impala
Oh, Por Favor, Mátalo, Shirley Maclaine
Toma un Tubo y Golpea su Cerebro
Aquí Viene, Conduciendo por la Cuadra
Metiendo Folletos en tu Buzón
Invitando a tus Hijos al Campamento Juvenil Ario
Moviendo su Munición cuando su Sótano se Inunda
Entrenando a su Perro para Atacar a tu Gato
Golpeando tu Cortadora de Césped con un Bate de Béisbol
Aquí Viene a tu Vida
Con Tan Poco Encanto Como un Cuchillo Bowie
Nadará en tu Piscina Cuando no Estés en Casa
Y Robará tus Herramientas y tu Gnomo de Jardín
Aquí Viene, Bajando por la Calle
Con Su Esposa Ebria y Sus Hijos a los Que Golpea
Escrita por: The Dead Milkmen