Hey Fascist!
When I'm walking down the street
It's always you I seem to meet
Car coat on and steel boots on your feet
And write your letters to the Evening News
I pick up a knife and sing this tune
It goes
Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said wah wah
When walking to work it's always
You I seem to meet
In your hair, smelly in the heat
And you kick the shit out of some poor kid
I pick up a knife, I flip my lid
It goes
Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said I woka-to ma, woka-to ma
Woka-to ma, wah wah wah
I said I woka-to ma, woka-to ma
Woka-to ma, wah wah wah
The dead director of the BBC
I'll show you what I'd love to see
Swastikas and swimming pools
I pick up a knife I sing this tune:
It goes
Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said Hey fascist! Hey fascist! Hey fascist!
You're gonna get it through the head
I said I woka-to ma, woka-to ma
Woka-to ma, wah wah wah
I said I woka-to ma, woka-to ma
Woka-to ma, wah wah wah
I said-a fascist oh
