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.
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