Here Comes Mr. X The Dead Milkmen

[Verse 1]
Here he comes, he's coming down the street
With his drunken wife and the kids he beats
He's gonna tell you that life is hard
And then he'll dump his trash in your backyard
You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure
When Mr. X moves in next door

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
There he goes, now he's on the lawn
With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on
The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'
He must be the product of those two first cousins
He's got a rifle and a low I.Q
He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food

[Bridge]
Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead
Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head
Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon
Send someone to kill him soon
Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah
Run him over in his own Impala
Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine
Take a pipe and bash in his brain