I am Willem the Silent, that is indeed a nickname
If you fuck with my people then I’ll break in through your kitchen window
And I’ll fuck your mom, snort powder, take her on vacation
Catholic or Protestant, they bow for my toleration


Mental molestation of intolerant loungers
Spices are so hot, I masturbate with oven mittens
Swearing with illnesses is my tradition, filthy phthisishead
I bake ‘em more brown than a Zulu with shoe polish on


¡Hola Spaniards! I’m not done with you yet
If I smell paella one more time then I’ll vindicate you together
Drown your parcel ship, then we’re done with that riffraff
If you love Jesus so much suck him off his cross
(Be merciful to my soul)


I’ll storm your statues, slit your throat, it’s an honor
Your harvest will fail, I camouflate myself as a mealworm
As an Egyptian plague, preach in the hedge
Gigantic collar, reformate from Prague to Hague


See the Spaniards shiver, not because it’s colder here
Go pee your pants nice and warm if Willem is the governor
Dance the flamenco one more time and I’ll fuck your flamingo
Bigger balls than Lingo, smash you harder than Ringo