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

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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 back