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The Art of Yeee-haw

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The Art of Yeee-haw

Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?  

Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!  

Let's round 'em up!  

One, two, three, four!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'  

Though they're workin', never complainin'  

Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'  

We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED!


Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!  

Hanson hide, yeee-haw!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Keep them Africans out, out, out  

They bring disease, that's what she shouts  

No refugees, no black South, no doubt  

We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED!


Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!  

Hanson hide, yeee-haw!


No good Muslims! None! Zero! Zip!  

All of 'em bad, that's her gospel script  

Court said it straight: "racist, hateful shit"  

Derogatory, discriminatory—full-on fit!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Indigenous handouts? Reverse racism!  

Screw native title, call it a prison!  

Stunt in a burqa, Parliament mission  

Look at me, clowns—pure ammunition!


Yippee-yi-yay, decades of this crap!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, still wearin' the mask!  

Pathological, obsessive, never gonna stop  

Hanson hide—raw hate on top!


Swamped! Diseased! No-good! Reverse!  

Burqa stunt! Court punch! Still no remorse!  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'—keep the fear churnin'  

Hanson's brand—bigotry burnin'!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Raw hate, raw hate, raw hate...  

Hanson hide!


Yeee-haw! Fuck off!








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