(got to go to school. Bigots in school)

There’s bigots on radio. Bigots in school.
Bigots on TV playing the fool.
Bigots who talk about the Golden Rule
Then stab you in the back and think they’re cool.
Those goddamn bigots are more stubborn than a mule,
And if you don’t agree with me then you’ll
Be a bigot.

(I hate people with loud voices)

There’s bigots in government, taking a stance,
Bigots who say they should wear the pants.
There’s bigots in London. Bigots in France.
Bigots in bars just making advanc-es.
Bigots at bus stops, waitin’ their chance,
And bigots in Vogue and diamonds, that’s fanc-y bigots.

(Git down! Bigots! Get out of MY way!!)

There’s bigots at home. Bigots in church.
Bigots in goal and bigots in work.
Bigots in Queensland. Bigots in Burke Street.
Bigots just everywhere goin’ beserk, mate
Bigots on stage. Bigots in bed . . .
And sometimes I hear one inside of my head.
That’s bigots.

(I can’t stand bigots!)

There’s bigots in the kitchen, getting’ it down.
Bigots in grey suits goin’ to town.
There’s black, white, yellow and golden brown,
And winners and losers. Lost and found.
They’ll sell it all off, not leave it in the ground.
If we nuked all the bigots we’d be safe and sound.
Safe and sound. Safe and sound.

(I HATE BIGOTS!
Godamn Bigots.
Bigots/Bigots/Bigots . . .
I can’t . . . stand . . . bigots)