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This is a story about a taxi ride I can't forget

It was autumn in Minnesota, it was rainy, cold and wet

So I hopped into the first cab that I saw

The heater was on but the chill just wouldn't thaw

The driver of the cab he had a pock-marked face

He didn't seem too unfriendly, he was just staring off into space

And he told me that he used to drive a truck

And that right now he was down on his luck

We talked a bit about travelling

I told him that I'd been to the USSR

He looked at me in the rear-view mirror and said

"Ain't that where the Jews and Commies are?"

And I knew I was in for a hell of a ride

My face was calm but I was burning up inside

He told me he had a dream to go to a place free from niggers and Jews

"Austria?" I asked out loud as I stared down at my shoes

And he said "That's exactly right"

He said "Hey man, ain't you proud to be white?"

I played along with him a bit

I said "What do you mean? I'm not quite sure"

And that's when he told me how much he admired the Führer

And we drove on through the Minnetonka pines

And the rain it started freezing on the highway signs

Then I said "Don't you think it was

Wrong, I mean gassing all them Jews?"

And he told me "Hitler's only fault was that he had to go and lose

A war that should have set the white man free

To inherit the entire earth is his destiny"

Then he started fishing for a cassette tape

That he'd gotten in a special class

And on it some teacher was talking about destroying the Jews at last

And about how they were all to blame

For every problem that you could ever name

I stared out my window and started thinking about my life

Thinking about my children, thinking about my wife

And I wondered how much more could I endure

Of a hatred so naked and so pure

When we got to my brother's house

I even tipped him a dollar or two

And I was wondering if he'd known all

Along that his passenger was a Jew