[Little Adolf] Lyrics

Here he is, our bundle of joy
We did it honny it's a baby boy
We'll love him and raise him til he finally leaves us
What should we name him? How about Adolf?
Little Adolf
He's growing up like little boys do
He's grown a mustache and he's only two
He's a pyrotechnic and he loves to play with knives
And our little buddy gives the weirdest high fives
Little Adolf, Little Adolf, Little Adolf, Little Adolf, he's a dictator-tot, dictator-tot

He gets a little bit angry but he's smart as hell
And who taught him how to speak German so well?
He doesnt like milk, soda hurts his head
I tried to give him juice this is what he said
I hate juice, okay?

h*****, please? Drink your juice i'm tired, i want to go to bed.

Just.. You know what, get the juice out of this house, out of the country, NOW.
h*****, get the ju- What do you want me to do with?

Put the juice in camps and seperate them.

Seperate juice, h*****? What do you want me to do? Like, seperate them by flavor, by like concentration?

Concentration camp... Hmm

Little Adolf
He's a dictator-tot