Benny cried to Hitler, I like the way you march us
As pants are to trousers,
you gots to keep up and march us'
Nazi's are but arses, they ride on the goose step
and never a proper march as
Himmler shat his trousers
At the start of that war, No questions asked to where
Goerings head belonged after all
Even as batman-robin tried and made twice
Goethe to take that pretty hang mans fall
Yet the songs gots to end as we forget each and every war
But never again would a babes cry ring
against them mortar,
Now kiss the monopoly Euro, and burn them Deutschmarks
(to be continued)
As pants are to trousers,
you gots to keep up and march us'
Nazi's are but arses, they ride on the goose step
and never a proper march as
Himmler shat his trousers
At the start of that war, No questions asked to where
Goerings head belonged after all
Even as batman-robin tried and made twice
Goethe to take that pretty hang mans fall
Yet the songs gots to end as we forget each and every war
But never again would a babes cry ring
against them mortar,
Now kiss the monopoly Euro, and burn them Deutschmarks
(to be continued)
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