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Why are we racing to be so old? | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Two Little Hitlers}}</noinclude> | ||
Why are we racing to be so old?<br> | |||
I'm up late pacing the floor | I'm up late pacing the floor<br> | ||
I won't be told<br> | |||
I won't be told | You have your reservations<br> | ||
I'm bought and sold<br> | |||
You have your reservations | <br> | ||
I'll face the music<br> | |||
I'm bought and sold | I'll face the facts<br> | ||
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks<br> | |||
<br> | |||
Bowing and squawking<br> | |||
I'll face the music | Running after titbits<br> | ||
Bobbing and squinting<br> | |||
I'll face the facts | Just like a nitwit<br> | ||
<br> | |||
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks | Two little Hitlers will fight it out until<br> | ||
One little Hitler does the other one's will<br> | |||
I will return<br> | |||
I will not burn<br> | |||
Bowing and squawking | Down in the basement<br> | ||
<br> | |||
Running after titbits | I need my head examined<br> | ||
I need my eyes excited<br> | |||
Bobbing and squinting | I'd like to join the party<br> | ||
But I was not invited<br> | |||
Just like a nitwit | You make a member of me<br> | ||
I'll be delighted<br> | |||
<br> | |||
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown<br> | |||
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until | Dirty words for dirty minds<br> | ||
Written in a toilet town<br> | |||
One little Hitler does the other one's will | <br> | ||
Dial me a Valentine<br> | |||
I will return | She's a smooth operator<br> | ||
It's all so calculated<br> | |||
I will not burn | She's got a calculator<br> | ||
She's my soft touch typewriter<br> | |||
Down in the basement | And I'm the great dictator<br> | ||
<br> | |||
(Chorus)<br> | |||
<br> | |||
I need my head examined | A simple game of self-respect<br> | ||
You flick a switch and the world goes off<br> | |||
I need my eyes excited | Nobody jumps as you expect<br> | ||
I would have thought you would have had enough by now<br> | |||
I'd like to join the party | <br> | ||
You call selective dating<br> | |||
But I was not invited | For some effective mating<br> | ||
I thought I'd let you down, dear<br> | |||
You make a member of me | But you were just deflating<br> | ||
<br> | |||
I'll be delighted | I knew right from the start<br> | ||
We'd end up hating<br> | |||
Pictures of the merchandise<br> | |||
Plastered on the wall<br> | |||
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown | We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all<br> | ||
<br> | |||
Dirty words for dirty minds | You say you'll never know him<br> | ||
He's an unnatural man<br> | |||
Written in a toilet town | He doesn't want your pleasure<br> | ||
He wants as no one can<br> | |||
He wants to know the names of<br> | |||
All those he's better than<br> | |||
Dial me a Valentine | <br> | ||
(Chorus)<br> | |||
She's a smooth operator | <br> | ||
I will return<br> | |||
It's all so calculated | I will not burn<br> | ||
(repeats)<br> | |||
She's got a calculator | |||
She's my soft touch typewriter | |||
And I'm the great dictator | |||
(Chorus) | |||
A simple game of self-respect | |||
You flick a switch and the world goes off | |||
Nobody jumps as you expect | |||
I would have thought you would have had enough by now | |||
You call selective dating | |||
For some effective mating | |||
I thought I'd let you down, dear | |||
But you were just deflating | |||
I knew right from the start | |||
We'd end up hating | |||
Pictures of the merchandise | |||
Plastered on the wall | |||
We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all | |||
You say you'll never know him | |||
He's an unnatural man | |||
He doesn't want your pleasure | |||
He wants as no one can | |||
He wants to know the names of | |||
All those he's better than | |||
(Chorus) | |||
I will return | |||
I will not burn | |||
(repeats) | |||
Latest revision as of 01:48, 29 April 2009
Two Little Hitlers
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold
I'll face the music
I'll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
Bowing and squawking
Running after titbits
Bobbing and squinting
Just like a nitwit
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one's will
I will return
I will not burn
Down in the basement
I need my head examined
I need my eyes excited
I'd like to join the party
But I was not invited
You make a member of me
I'll be delighted
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds
Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine
She's a smooth operator
It's all so calculated
She's got a calculator
She's my soft touch typewriter
And I'm the great dictator
(Chorus)
A simple game of self-respect
You flick a switch and the world goes off
Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective dating
For some effective mating
I thought I'd let you down, dear
But you were just deflating
I knew right from the start
We'd end up hating
Pictures of the merchandise
Plastered on the wall
We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all
You say you'll never know him
He's an unnatural man
He doesn't want your pleasure
He wants as no one can
He wants to know the names of
All those he's better than
(Chorus)
I will return
I will not burn
(repeats)
