There was an English guy with two last names In the cubicle next to me He was a snotty English guy with a tweed overcoat And an air of superiority
I said "We bailed out your ass in World War Two If not for us, you can bet that you Would not be raising your whiny voice You'd be goose-stepping, baby, and sprechen sie Deutche."
He was thankless bastard, yes he was He was thankless bastard, just because
A couple days went by and I can upon a guy Who was choking on a piece of meat Well, I grabbed his chest and I gave it a squeeze And he spit the meat at my feet
Well, I saved his life, but I broke his rib I stood there proud in my lobster bib He was nice at first, then he changed his tune He said "You'll be hearing from my lawyer soon"
He was thankless bastard, don't know why He was thankless bastard, I should've let him die
Now, I've sung my songs and I've sung 'em pretty well And I've sung 'em straight from my heart And I stand up here exposed to the world Waiting for applause to start
So, what in hell is wrong with you You're not doing what you're suppossed to do I haven't heard a peep out of you yet If this is all the thanks I get
You're all thankless bastards, yes you are You're all thankless bastards, so far We're all thankless bastards, are we not We're all thankless bastards, thanks a lot