Mr. Hitler, Mr. Hitler,
Tell me what are you going to do;
Declared war on Uncle Sammy,
Bit off more than you could chew.
Once I seen them fascists,
In a little Belgian town;
There was trouble, there was sorrow,
And the bombs were raining down.
Mr. Hitler talked to Göring,
And here’s what he did say;
I can’t figure out these goddamn snows,
They’re too damn hot for me.
Tell me what are you going to do;
Declared war on Uncle Sammy,
Bit off more than you could chew.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
Once I seen them fascists,
In a little Belgian town;
There was trouble, there was sorrow,
And the bombs were raining down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
Mr. Hitler talked to Göring,
And here’s what he did say;
I can’t figure out these goddamn snows,
They’re too damn hot for me.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground;
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow,
We’re gonna lay you fascists down.
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