The Jew and his rabble
Keep an appointment with thieves
Cocktails with quislings
Not where the holy should be seen
Dirt in his fingernails
Like a rough working man
Patronised by a few patronising aristocrats
With lily-white hands
Oh we'd like you much better
If you would stop keeping
That bad company
All those social lepers
We like your ideals
And your street appeal
It's just the bad company
Bothering me
And that woman behind you
We think you should know
Has a certain reputation
We just think that you should know
That young man in the shadows
has dangerous ideas
And as for those ignorant fishermen
They make me laugh every word that I hear
We think we can help you
We'd sure like to try
Cos your reputation
Is in serious decline
Oh we'd like you much better
If you would stop keeping
That bad company
All those social lepers
We like your ideals
And your street appeal
It's just the bad company
All those freaks and schleppers
Foreigners, immigrants, radicals, criminals
Bad company, bothering me