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.