[Chorus]
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot

[VERSE 1: Paul Stookey]
In 1492, just to see what he could see
Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea
He said "Isabella, baby, the world is round
And the USA's just awaitin' to be found."

[Chorus]
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America greatOh, listen Mr. Bigot
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot Well, some of my best friends are
Oh, they like to live with their own kind[VERSE 2: Peter Yarrow]
Well when the King of England started pushing Yanks around
They had a little trouble up in Boston town
But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man
The first one to fall when the fightin' began

[Chorus]
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America greatOh, listen Mr. Bigot

Oh, listen Mr. Bigot They can't help it. It's their cultural point of view
They all look alike to me![VERSE 3: Mary Travers]
Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance
Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
Another thing I'm sure will be news to you
The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too

[Chorus]
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot

[VERSE 4]
You don't like blacks, you don't like jews
Well if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news
You don't like Poles, Hispanics, too
Anyway they serve you up, we don't like you!

[Chorus]
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh, listen Mr. Bigot
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Listen Mr. Bigot Well, there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun, and up comes a busload of them. Well, first they got these boxes that play this music, I mean it's not even in English, then they take out these stoves or hibachis or something; the smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse. I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?