Lyrics Little tiny moustache Stephen Lynch

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

your social politics say that races don't mix
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

they say that love is blind, so how could i have guessed
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!