Now many songs are written Of warriors here and there Of slant-eyed Japs And Hitler saps Who rave and tear their hair The Axis camps are mourning They lost their favorite clown When Mussolini laid his pistol down Laid his pistol down Laid his pistol down He bellowed here, he bellowed there He strutted 'round the old town square But when our bombers fill the air He lays his pistol down, down Laid his pistol down
He looks so high and mighty Makin' speeches bold Way up there on the balcony Think of the lies he told He strutted once too often When our boys came to town Oh, when Mussolini laid his pistol down Laid his pistol down Laid his pistol down When things got tough he quit the fight And pulled the back door sneak at night As soon as he was out of sight He laid his pistol down, down Laid his pistol down
Now I could tell for hours Of dirty things he's done But history will tell the tale Of how that windbag run He lit out down the mountain Our boys were comin' 'round Ol' fatso laid his packin' pistol down Laid his pistol down Laid his pistol down His empire fell down with a bang He left his Fascist pals to hang He ran out on the whole sh'bang And laid his pistol down, down Laid his pistol down