Sunday, September 26, 2010

An all Aryan boy

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Gather, frauleins, and I'll tell you a story,
How I became an all Aryan boy.
Got me some Nazis, put 'em in tune,
Sent 'em to Poland to make livin' room.
Got Ivan in on the gig ... Pierre folded ...
Britain didn't dig it at all. Groovy.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hitler entertains

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"Whew. Oh, my. Did you fart, mein Fuhrer?"
"Fuhrers don't fart."
"Ach! Zen it must haff been me."
"Must haff."

You can call me Rudy

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You can call me A.
Or you can call me Rudy.
Or you can call me Rudolph.
Or you can call me Adolph.
But you DOESN'T haff to call me Hitler!