text: Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, Ill 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 USAs just awaitin to be found.
  Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, Ill give you a lesson in history
  Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
  Are the very same people made America greatOh, listen Mr. Bigot
  Oh, listen Mr. Bigot Well, some of my best friends are
  Oh, they like to live with their own kind
  Well when the King of England started pushing 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, Ill give you a lesson in history
  Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
  Are the very same people made America greatOh, listen Mr. Bigot
  Oh, listen Mr. Bigot They cant help it. Its their cultural point of view
  They all look alike to me!
  Now Bigot, youre taking one hell of a chance
  Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
  Another thing Im sure will be news to you
  The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too
  Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, Ill 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
  Oh, listen Mr. Bigot
  You dont like blacks, you dont like jews
  Well if theres anyone you do like, it sure is news
  You dont like Poles, Hispanics, too
  Anyway they serve you up, we dont like you!
  Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, Ill 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
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  Listen Mr. Bigot Well, there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun, and up comes a busload of them. Well, first they got these boxes that play this music, I mean its not even in English, then they take out these stoves or hibachis or something; the smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse. I wouldnt let my daughter marry one, ya know?