Three Reichs, Yer Out!

Now that we've finally got the upper hand
over ol' Schickelgruber's Rhineland,
we gotta, oh we gotta make sure, my friend
that our boys don't go over there again.
We've had it up to here with brats and beer
and that song 'bout Lili Marlene,
but now I'll say how it's gonna be
so listen to this refrain:

We're stayin' out, you lousy Krauts!
Three Reichs, yer out!
We've had enough of your guff!
Three Reichs, yer out!
We don't wanna hear a thing outta your yaps,
'cause we still gotta deal with those dirty Japs
so it ain't "Strike two!" that we're tellin' you it's
three Reichs, yer out!

Oh, the first one was back in eight-hundred AD
with ol' Emperor Charlemagne,
and next came Bismarck in eighteen-seventy-one
when they did it again,
then along came Hitler and his Nazi gang
tryin' to set the world on fire,
but if Deutschland tries for number four
here's a newsflash they'll require:

Don't try to run, you awful Huns!
Three Reichs, yer out!
Won't give a pin for a bombed-out Berlin!
Three Reichs, yer out!
We don't wanna hear out of your face
that you're still the goddamned "Master Race"
'cause we're the World War champs, you rotten scamps,
and it's three Reichs, yer out!
(Hear what I'm sayin'!)
Three Reichs, yer out!
(Everybody now!)
Three Reichs, yer out!
(One more time!)
Three Reichs, YER OUT!!


DB/5.2018