Lyrics Bonus Track - Bo Burnham

Bonus Track

Here he is, our little bundle of joy
We did it honey, it’s a baby boy
We’ll love him and raise him
Till he finally leaves us
What should we name him
How about Adolf
Little Adolf
He’s growing up like little boys do
He’s grown a mustache and he’s only two
He’s a pyrotechnic and he loves to play with knifes
And our little buddy gives the wierdest high fives
Little Adolf
Little Adolf
Little Adolf
Little Adolf
He’s a dictator todd
Dictator todd
He gets a little bit angry, but he’s smart as hell
And who taught him how to speak german so well
He doesn’t like milk, soda hurts his head
I tried to give him juice, this is what he said
I hate juice
Okay, Hitler please
Drink your juice, i’m tired
I want to go to bed
Just get the juice out of here
Out of this house, out of this coutry, now
Hitler, what do you want me to do
Put the juice in camps and separate them
Seperate juice, Hitler
What do you want me to
Like separate them by flavor
By like consentration
Consentration camp, ohh
Little Adolf
He’s a dictator todd