Oh, that bloody pest, the damned Germania
Has for four years been torturing us
And the heat from the fire burning corpses:
Is a warm and inviting plus
Because there one person cooks another
Neither butcher nor baker is he;
So my friend, hurry into the oven!
Immer langsam und sicher und froh!
After the first poke you’re feeling better
They punch you in the snout but you just laugh
The third kick’s the one that really gets you
And the fourth one makes you wet your pants
Five dark scoundrels kick you in the kidneys
Brother now spit out six bloody teeth!
Number seven’s heel goes in your belly!
Only then are things just truly great!
Old Lady Death, we'll come to you
Haggard old thing, she’s lonely
She’s got her eye on you, oh boy!
She eats you up just like candy
Down to her cellar you both go
You'll meet a gruesome fate;
Soon, too, my dear, you’ll give off a stench
What a grisly tête-à-tête!
In one minute, you're in heaven, brother
And you swallow two warm doughnuts there
Three nice angels sweetly scrub your bottom
They cry out: So ein huebscher Arsch!
Angel Number Four, the darling Ania
Pouring five quick shots down her foolish throat
With ten angels sleep, my little baby
Sleep in heaven, sleep now: c’est la vie!