There’s me and Eva left alive
In Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Five
We’re bunker-doomed
Was Rudolf right? When Hess went fly’n?
In jail was shoved, all despite his line
The Reich was screwed…

D…as schwein! D...as schwein!
Well the Allies had enough of swastikas
My little Axis gets maligned
Strafin’! Berlin is quakin’!

(Musical interlude - picture Leni Riefenstahl-styled victory marches - for now…)

Goering always said the time would come
When Heinkels weren’t enough: “They’re far too crude”
Said Herman Hesse: “It’s all a mess”
And Goebbels slinked around whilst say’n: “Shiza, dudes!”

Oh..oh Heil! Oh..oh Hell!
Well, A-dolf can’t get it up but that’s enough
Of that (my Eva - makes her cry…)

Ol’ Heinrich tried to bomb my life
Pre-Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Five
Vindictive ‘tude!
Well, the Russian Front, the British pride,
The Yanks in tanks ‘gainst us all conspired
So I conclude

It’s time - cy-a-nide
Well those capsules are the stuff when things get tough
The biggest mess, I’ve left behind…

(Musical epilogue - picture years of destruction and misery)