Besedila:
Primus Sailing The Seas Of Cheese

In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother

Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this

I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no

Shut up you bastards!

I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat

Sgt. Baker is my name I'm gonna teach you how to play the game of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy

I've seen them out at Soco They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails The sweat is beating

Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LeLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's

Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this