A Song about the Anti-Semites.
To go on the highway,
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no strong reason see I,
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Therefore I’ve decided
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to join anti-Semites.
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Though under the law,
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they’re inveterate villains,
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They’ve gotten the support
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of fanatical millions.
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Though under the law,
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they’re inveterate villains,
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They’ve gotten the support
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of fanatical millions.
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As there’s a decision,
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some ones will be battered.
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But who’re those Semites?
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I must know the matter.
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They’re, perhaps, individuals
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quite decent and fair,
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To strike at such people,
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of course, I won’t dare.
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They’re, perhaps, individuals
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quite decent and fair,
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To strike at such people,
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of course, I won’t dare.
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But my crony quickly
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dispelled my suspicions:
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He said those people
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are merely Hebrews.
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I’m happy, my bros,
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it’s so rare and dear,
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I worry no more,
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since there’s nothing to fear!
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I’m happy, my bros,
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it’s so rare and dear,
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I worry no more,
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since there’s nothing to fear!
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Initially, I held back
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my heart aspiration
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Through Albert Einstein, who
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belonged to this nation.
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You’ll, maybe, forgive me,
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but I have to ask you
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Of Abraham Lincoln:
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should he be unmasked too?
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You’ll, maybe, forgive me,
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but I have to ask you
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Of Abraham Lincoln:
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should he be unmasked too?
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There’s ’mongst them, respecting
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the fair sex Kapler,
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And also my favor-
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ite clown Charlie Chaplin,
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Baruch de Spinoza,
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and sufferers from Nazism,
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And even the orig-
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inator of Marxism.
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Baruch de Spinoza,
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and sufferers from Nazism,
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And even the orig-
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inator of Marxism.
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But my crony, after
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a fortunate business,
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Said they suck the blood of
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the Christian infants;
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And once in a pub,
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my companions informed me,
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That in the old time,
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by the Hebrews was God killed!
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And once in a pub,
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my companions informed me,
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That in the old time,
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by the Hebrews was God killed!
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They always need blood,
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all of them are vampires,
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Last month in the park,
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they did in several bisons!
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And I know these dogs’ sons
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steal bread from the nation,
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In order to cause dis-
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array and starvation.
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And I know these dogs’ sons
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steal bread from the nation,
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In order to cause dis-
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array and starvation.
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They grab what they want to,
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and win all the tosses,
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They’ve built grand abodes
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and live there like bosses...
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I’m ready for pound-
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ing, robbing and squashing,
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And I kick these kikes, and
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save my dear Rossia!
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I’m ready for pound-
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ing, robbing and squashing,
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And I kick these kikes, and
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save my dear Rossia!
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1964.
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