I wish I had a bushel, I wish I had a peck, I wish I had a rope to tie Around old Hitler's neck.
[Chorus (after each verse):] Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave, Round and round we'll go. Gonna lay that poor boy down. He won't get up no more.
Mussolini won't last long Tell you the reason why We're a-gonna salt his beef And hang it up to dry.
I'm-a going to Berlin To Mister Hitler's town I'm gonna take my forty-four And blow his playhouse down.
The German Army general staff I guess they missed connections. They went a hundred miles a day But in the wrong direction.
Hitler went to Russia In search of Russian oil, But the only oil he'll find there Is a pot in which he'll boil.
Mister Hitler's traveling mighty fast But he's on a single track, He started down that Moscow road But now he's coming backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.