We Nazis are gentle; not one of us gloats To know that our wonderful undersea boats Have orders to sink every damn thing that floats And steadily add to their score: "Tis thus that we hear Doctor Goebbels, Nor fear that the longbow he'll pull "When over the ether he burbles What is truly a grand line of bull.
Oh, the British are starving, they've nothing to eat And even the King can't procure any meat; We've wiped out their Army and sunk all their Fleet Ann that's how we're winning the War, He goes on to say, and it can't be untrue, That once these fool British acknowledge they're throt The Fuehrer has made up his mind what to do To humble the blighters still more; In the ruins of W.
That Hitler, our Fuehrer, is crowned.
Oh; Nazis would cheer till their lungs nearly burst They'd beat up the British, those pig-dogs accurst To force them to shout for King Adolf the First "Who won for us Nazis the War.
Ana brought our vain- foes to their knees radio Goebbels has launched his decrees He Wes on the air with the greatest of ease And that's how he won Hitlers War.
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