Little Tiny Mustache

Little Tiny Moustache - Stephen Lynch

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've 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 Martin boots, and you quoted "Mein Kampf" in our 5th 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've known when you bought a new bone for your puppies named Goebbles and Goering

You showed up late to our very first date, I said "how are you" 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 lying baby,

Are you a nazi?

Are you anti-Zion baby?

Your every dress is monagram SS, you hold an Aryan picknick and bash

And it makes me irate when you say I look great when I wear a little tiny moustache,

Your social politics say that races don't mix, and you call it pure blood pollution

And 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

You say that love is blind so how could I have guessed

But then again I met you at the Wagner Fest

I know you're a nazi

And that's why I'm leavin'

I know you're a nazi

Sure as my name is Stephen, Lynch-Berg-stein.