I Know

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson



I know why I like you

it's cause of your clothing and your haircut

and 'cause you're racist.

I have a match; your face,

My asking you questions you can't answer.

You want to box me?



Our world works in a weird way

I've heard them say a man with a beard may

frighten children or dogs but a moustache scares me more.



I know why you bite me

it's cause of your instincts and your canines

and 'cause I kicked you.

I have a bone to pick;

Please go on the paper and fetch me my slippers

and stop meowing.



Man's best friend wags his tail and

bares his teeth to the man with the mail and

though he's frightened of thunder he never goes to war.



Tell me what's the circumstance of circumcision?

And what goes in my daughter's pants is whose decision?

I've seen the facts of inter-race relations,

of see-through slacks, of cyber-masturbation;

if a hundred monkeys each could get their own show,

Perhaps one day a chimp might say

'You have faith, you just need to use it sayeth the Lord'



I know why I like you

it's cause of your sandals and your supper

and 'cause you're Jesus

I have a match; your Dad, my dad has

your picture right next to your mother's

and one of Charo



They hold hands up in heaven.

And they say that their son's name is Kevin

But I read in a book somewhere that his name is Jack...


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