Here Comes Mr. X Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Here he comes, he's coming down the street 

With his drunken wife and the kids he beats 

He's gonna tell you that life is hard 

And then he'll dump his trash in your backyard 

You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure 

When Mr. X moves in next door 

Just take a walk on the ignorant side 

And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind 

Just take a walk on the ignorant side 

And you'll get to see through his eyes 

There he goes, now he's on the lawn 

With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on 

The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin' 

He must be the product of those two first cousins 

He's got a rifle and a low I.Q. 

He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food 

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Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead 

Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head 

Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon 

Send someone to kill him soon 

Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah 

Run him over in his own Impala 

Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine 

Take a pipe and bash in his brain 

Here he comes, he's driving 'round the block 

Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox 

Inviting your kids to an Aryan Youth Camp 

Moving his ammo when the basement gets damp 

Training his dog to attack your cat 

Hitting your mower with a baseball bat 

Just take a walk on the ignorant side (take a walk) 

And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind 

Just take a walk on the ignorant side 

And you'll get to see through his eyes 

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Here he comes into your life 

With about as much charm as a Bowie knife 

He'll swim in your pool when you're not home 

And steal your tools and your garden gnomes 

Here he comes, he's coming down the street 

With his drunken wife and the kids he beats