Round and Round Hitler's Grave

Now I wished I had a bushel

Wished I had a peck

Wished I had old Hitler

With a rope around his neck

Hey, round, round Hitler's grave

Round, round we go

Gonna lay that poor boy down

He won't get up no more

Mussolini (Hermann Goering) won't last long

Tell you the reason why

We're a-gonna salt his beef

And hang it up to dry

The German army general staff

I guess they missed connection

Went a hundred miles a day

But in the wrong direction

I'm a-goin' to Berlin

To Mister Hitler's town

I'm gonna take my forty-four

And blow his playhouse down

How 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

(Hitler said to Goering

Here's what he did say

I can't understand this Russian snow

It's getting too hot for me)

Now Mister Hitler's traveling mighty fast

But he's on a one-way (single) track

Started down that Moscow road

But now he's coming back