[Intro, spoken]

So, yeah, this is, um, this is a new song I've written. It's kind of a, sort of jaunty swing number and it's called, um, "Cont"

[Verse 1]

I don't like Jews

...

Neither should you

They're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact

I don't like black people

...

It's just not acceptable

There should be some kind of law that is that

[Verse 2]

And I get the shits with Inuits

...

...

They get on my tits, the little bastards

And women

...

Just make me so mad, does that make me bad?

Am I bad, is that bad?

[Verse 3]

And the fuckin' Italians, I just cannot stand them

...

They really inspire my rancour

Cheating fucking Italian wankers

And lesbians and the bi-curious

Make me furious

...

It's not their fault, I know, but still... grr!

[Verse 4]

And fuckin' Christians

...

I just want to punch 'em in their faces

...

And I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tube

...

And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers

...

[Verse 5]

And I hate gays who talk camp-ly

...

And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry

...

[Bridge]

I hate the rich...

I hate the poor...

I hate bitches...

I hate whores...

[Outro]

I hate Africans...

I hate Japanese...

I hate the disabled...

I hate Burmese...

Yeah, I don't care about your colour or your creed

I will judge you for no reason...

[Interlude, spoken]

Is that... is that... no, just stop.

[Heckler: I love you!]

Ohhh. Oh, fuck. Sorry, I... it's, ugh, that's the trouble with trying out new stuff. It's... half the lyr- I had half the lyrics covered up. I thought I was... I was only... I think we, I think we should probably do it again; I think if we leave it there, I might run the risk of being misconstrued. It's not even called "Cont", it's called "Context"!

[Verse 1]

I don't like Jews

Who make and distribute kiddy porn

Neither should you

They're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact

I don't like black people

Who risk billions of other peoples money gambling on future derivatives

It's just not acceptable

There should be some kind of law that is that

[Verse 2]

And I get the shits with Inuits

Who find out what job I do

And regale me with a racist joke or two

They get on my tits, the little bastards

And women

Who judge other women for not holding the same views as them vis-a-vis career and mothering

Just make me so mad, does that make me bad?

Am I bad, is that bad?

[Verse 3]

And the fuckin' Italians, I just cannot stand them

When they take a dive in the penalty box, denying Australia its World Cup spot

They really inspire my rancour

Cheating fuckin' Italian wankers

And lesbians and the bi-curious

Make me furious

When their pride parade blocked the traffic flow when my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospital

It's not their fault, I know, but still... grr!

[Verse 4]

And fuckin' Christians

Who lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersection

I just want to punch them in their faces, although my anger is fleeting

I understand their frustration, she's a little too hesitant

And I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tube

Who look over my shoulder when I'm reading

And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers

Who smoke cigarettes while they're feeding

[Verse 5]

And I hate gays who talk camp-ly

During the final act of King Lear

And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry

When they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangered rhinoceros

[Bridge]

I hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotry

I hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotry

I hate bitches who get rabies and try to bite babies

I hate whores who won't accept Visa

[Outro]

I hate African racists

I hate Japanese homophobes

I hate those disabled rapists

I hate Burmese cats

Yeah, I don't care about your colour or your creed

I will judge you for no reason

But your deeds!

[spoken]

So, um...