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As Mrs. and Mr. America fret,
they huddle 'round their TV set,
they worry and they sweat;
They're thinkin' I'm the enemy
the one they need to get,
Because their mind controllers
tell them I'm a major threat;
The talking heads, the daily press,
They cultivate stupidity
and harvest ignorance;
They point a crooked finger
and they're all unanimous,
By callin' me "Extremist"
'cause I'm down on Zionists;
So now I want to sing a new song . . .
I want to be an Extremist!
I want to join a militia
and wear camouflage;
I want to be an Extremist!
and run around and sing
a rabble rousin', Rebel song;
And sympathize with the "skinnies",
who realize it was the (CENSORED)
who did the Germans wrong;
I want to be an Extremist! I want to get the job done.
Now, what's so bad about being extreme?
if I'm extremely innocent,
if I'm extremely keen;
If I'm extremely paranoid it's because of what I've seen,
that's written in between the lines of every magazine;
The FBI . . . the CIA . . .
are working for the KGB
and getting in my way;
'Cause they don't like my politics,
they dog me every day;
I'm gettin' tired of telling them
the problem is Oy Vey;
The enemy is Communism.
The common man, he's so confused . . .
he wants to know the truth,
but all he gets is phony news;
His state of mind is captured
by the mobs opposing views,
His only guarantee is that
he's sure to be confused;
Some may win,
but most will lose
Their lives are only figments of
the thoughts they cannot choose;
And I doubt you'll ever see me on the 6 o'clock news
Exposing lying, thieving, cheating, Communist (CENSORED)
Who made me sing this song.
I want to be an Extremist!
I want to join a militia
and wear camouflage;
I want to be an Extremist!
and run around and sing
a rabble rousin', Rebel song;
And sympathize with the "skinnies",
who realize it was the (CENSORED)
who did the Germans wrong;
I want to be an Extremist! I want to get the job done.
I want to be an extremist!
…And I just want to have fun.
Ja, ja, ja.