The foreigners are making it rain
(they’re also taking our jobs)
I know for every inch of my cane
there’s a drop made by slobs
It’s true: look at the road
Do you see the all the puddles?
They lead to the mosque — it’s code
The foreigners are making mud hills
of our democracy, our way of life
with their devil worship ways
they can cut a cloud with a knife
They can kill the Queen in a magic blaze!
The foreigners bring bad weather
They’ll take our jobs if we don’t stick together.