Come home tired, what a day I've had; News ain't good from Stalingrad - I been busy protecting the German race, So come on baby, defecate on my face.
Chorus: C'mon baby, send it on down; Bend over Braunn and give me your brown. There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact, So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract.
Get to the bunker, looks like a sty; Turn on the T.V. and it's all one Big Lie - Here Eva, have these prunes to chew: We have ways of making you poo.
Here come the Russians! It's near the end! Proud to say that my girl never used an "S-bend". What's that Eva? Your bowel's on strike? Then it's all over for my Third Reich.