Tell me my Fuhrer: What can I do? My hands are freezing and my nose is blue I'm dying of cold, but then you never can tell 'Cause when the Russians come they make it harder than hell
I got a touch of pneumonia, I got a terrible cough If I sneeze once more it's bound to carry me off When the Russians come they always take us bust on And there's nothing like running if you want to get warm
chorus: I wanna go back to what's left of Berlin Sick of a war that I ain't gonna win I seen the big red star Let's get the pants off the Czar Wanna go back to Berlin
Now listen my Fuhrer, I'm dead on my feet I've got no place for sleeping, I've got nothing to eat We've gone and finished all the food that we brought And there's nothing here for miles around but food for thought
I've tightened my belt it damn near cuts me in two I've slept on my feet till my boots wore through When I get thirsty I melt snow in my cup Well I may be going hungry but I'm all fed up
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Now tell me my Fuhrer: How the hell can I be brave? I've got one foot in Russia, I've got one in the grave I've got snow in my rifle, I've got lead in my pants I'm so lonesome for a touch of romance
Well, I went to a village and I spotted a gal I made a pass at her just to boost my morale I got one broken ankle, I got two black eyes Why couldn't she pick on somebody her size?
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