I Don't Like It

If you are seeing me now, it means that

I don't like it when you turn my voice about

I don't like it when you vote One Nation out

My language has been murdered, my language has been murdered

My shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone

I don't like it when you turn my voice about

I don't like it when you vote One Nation out

My language has been murdered, my language has been murdered

My shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Racist rubbish, racist hate

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Racist rubbish, racist

Feel the heat

I don't like it when, umm, railway lines aren't white

I don't like it when, umm, day becomes night

My language has been murdered, my language has been murdered

My shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, never did)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, nowhere near)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

Please explain why can't my blood be coloured white?

I should talk to some medical doctors

Coloured blood is just not right

I don't like anything, I can't do anything about it

But I like dancing and I like the disco

'Cause I left my heart in San Francisco, yeah

Feel the heat on the street

Dance to the beat, out of your seat

Feel the heat on the street

Dance to the beat, out of your seat

Get down, get down, down, down

I don't like anything, except I like Neil Diamond, yeah

Disco dance, disco dance

Disco nation, not a chance

Disco dance, disco dance

Out of my tree, out of my branch

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, never did)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, I don't care)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

I don't like a puppet without strings

There's a muppet in the wings

And it's saying racist things

I won't copy that, no way

I, I, I, I don't like anything!

Video killed the racist star

Howard wonders what you are

But he's on the scrap heap too

Bit of a downer

I don't like anything, I can't do anything about it

But I like dancing and I like the disco

'Cause I left my heart in San Francisco, yeah

Feel the heat on the street

Dance to the beat, out of your seat

Feel the heat on the street

Dance to the beat, out of your seat

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, never did)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

I don't like it (No, no, no I don't, nowhere near)

I don't like it

I don't like anything

No, the whole thing is wrong, and it stinks and I don't like it