LISTEN, MR. BILBO (Mr. Bigot) Lyrics

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh, oh, listen Mr. Bigot

In 1492, just to see what he could see
Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea
He said, "Isabella, baby, the world is round
And the USA's just awaitin' to be found"

Hey, listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot
(Well, some of my best friends are)
Listen Mr. Bigot
(Oh, they like to live with their own kind)

Well, when the King of England started pushin' Yanks around
They had a little trouble up in Boston town
But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man
The first one to fall when the fightin' began

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot
(They can't help it, it's their cultural point of view)
Listen Mr. Bigot
(They all look alike to me)

Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance
Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
Another thing, I'm sure will be news to you
The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great

You don't like blacks, you don't like Jews
Well, if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news
You don't like Poles, Hispanics too
Well, anyway they serve you up, we don't like you

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great

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Well, there we were on the beach
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Just trying to get some sun and up comes a, a busload of them
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Well, first they got these boxes that play this music
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I mean, it's not even in English
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Then they take out these stoves or hibachi's or something
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The smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse
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I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?
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