| I wish I had a bushel
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| I wish I had a peck
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| I wish I had a rope to tie
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| Around old Hitler’s neck
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| Hey! |
| Round and round Hitler’s grave
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| Round and round we’ll go
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| Gonna lay that poor boy down
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| He won’t get up no more
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| Mussolini won’t last long
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| Tell you the reason why
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| We’re a-gonna salt his beef
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| And hang it up to dry
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| I’m-a going to Berlin
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| To Mister Hitler’s town
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| I’m gonna take my forty-four
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| And blow his playhouse down
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| The German Army general staff
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| I guess they missed connections
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| They went a hundred miles a day
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| But in the wrong direction
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| Hitler went to Russia
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| In search of Russian oil
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| But the only oil he’ll find there
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| Is a pot in which he’ll boil
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| Mister Hitler’s traveling mighty fast
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| But he’s on a single track
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| He started down that Moscow road
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| But now he’s coming back |