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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
The German army general staff
I guess they missed connection
Went a hundred miles a day
But in the wrong direction.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
I'm a-goin' to Berlin
To Mister Hitler's town
I'm gonna take my forty-four
And blow his playhouse down.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
[Hitler said to Goering
Here's what he did say
I can't understand this Russian snow,
It's getting too hot for me.]
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
The German army general staff
I guess they missed connection
Went a hundred miles a day
But in the wrong direction.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
I'm a-goin' to Berlin
To Mister Hitler's town
I'm gonna take my forty-four
And blow his playhouse down.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
[Hitler said to Goering
Here's what he did say
I can't understand this Russian snow,
It's getting too hot for me.]
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
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.
Hey, round, round Hitler's grave
Round, round we go
Gonna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more.
envoyé par Bartleby - 6/4/2012 - 13:54
Langue: italien
Mi traducción al castellano, y mi apoyo contra cualquier cantamañanas fascista
Alrededor y alrededor de la tumba de Hitler
Ojalá tuviera un cesto,
ojalá tuviera un montón,
ojalá tuviera una cuerda que atar
alrededor del cuello del viejo Hitler.
¡Hey! Alrededor y alrededor de la tumba de Hitler,
alrededor y alrededor daremos vueltas.
Vamos a tumbar a ese pobre muchacho.
No se levantará nunca más.
Mussolini no durará mucho
te digo por qué
Vamos a salar a su ternera
y colgarla para que se seque.
Me voy a Berlín
a la ciudad del señor Hitler
Voy a coger mi cuarenta y cuatro
y volar su casa de muñecas.
Supongo que el estado mayor del general del ejército alemán perdió sus enlaces.
Fueron a cien millas por día
pero en la dirección equivocada.
Hitler fue a Rusia
buscando el petróleo ruso,
pero el único petróleo que encontrará
es una olla en la que será hervido.
El señor Hitler viaja asombrosamente rápido
pero está en una sola pista,
comenzó a recorrer esa carretera a Moscú
pero ahora está regresando.
Ojalá tuviera un cesto,
ojalá tuviera un montón,
ojalá tuviera una cuerda que atar
alrededor del cuello del viejo Hitler.
¡Hey! Alrededor y alrededor de la tumba de Hitler,
alrededor y alrededor daremos vueltas.
Vamos a tumbar a ese pobre muchacho.
No se levantará nunca más.
Mussolini no durará mucho
te digo por qué
Vamos a salar a su ternera
y colgarla para que se seque.
Me voy a Berlín
a la ciudad del señor Hitler
Voy a coger mi cuarenta y cuatro
y volar su casa de muñecas.
Supongo que el estado mayor del general del ejército alemán perdió sus enlaces.
Fueron a cien millas por día
pero en la dirección equivocada.
Hitler fue a Rusia
buscando el petróleo ruso,
pero el único petróleo que encontrará
es una olla en la que será hervido.
El señor Hitler viaja asombrosamente rápido
pero está en una sola pista,
comenzó a recorrer esa carretera a Moscú
pero ahora está regresando.
envoyé par Gustavo Sierra - 7/4/2012 - 01:17
Da questa pagina è possibile scaricare l'mp3 di una rara versione ungherese della canzone, intitolata Körbe-körbe Hitler sírján del duo Muszty & Dobay.
Performed by The Szása
Performed by The Szása
Dq82 - 4/9/2019 - 13:08
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Scritta da Woody Guthrie, Millard Lampell e Pete Seeger
Sulla melodia della popolare “Old Joe Clark”
Testo trovato su WoodyGuthrie.de,
La maggior parte del testo fu scritta da Pete Seeger. Di Guthrie certamente la strofa dedicata a Mussolini…
Nell’album “Dear Mr. President”.
Poi anche nella compilation intitolata “Kickin' Hitler's Butt: Vintage Anti-Fascist Songs 1940-1944”
Dedicata a “X Mas” (che non sta per “Natale” ma per “Decima Mas”), un tizio alquanto confuso che per brevissimo tempo è apparso su queste pagine salvo poi tornarsene per sempre a casa (Pound) con la coda tra le gambe… Auguri! Spero che tu guarisca presto!