Little Tiny Moustache

Yeah. You're either gonna like this song, or kick my ass after the show.
 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 Göbbles and Göring.
 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 lyin', baby,
 Are you a nazi?
 Are you anti-Zion, baby?
 Your every dress
 Is monagrammed "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 fuckin' 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...
 ... Lynchbergstein.