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 mustache 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, Lynch-berg-stein!