Lyrics:

I wish I had a bushel,
I wish I had a peck,
I wish I had a rope to tie
Around old Hitler's neck.

Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave,
Round and round we'll go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down.
He won't get up no more.

Mussolini won't last long
Tell you the reason why
We're a-gonna salt his beef
And hang it up to dry.

Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave,
Round and round we'll go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down.
He won't get up no more.

I'm-a going to Berlin
To Mister Hitler's town
I'm gonna take my forty-four
And blow his playhouse down.

Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave,
Round and round we'll go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down.
He won't get up no more.

The German Army general staff
I guess they missed connections.
They went a hundred miles a day
But in the wrong direction.

Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave,
Round and round we'll go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down.
He won't get up no more.

Hitler went to Russia
In search of Russian oil,
But the only oil he'll find there
Is a pot in which he'll boil.

Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave,
Round and round we'll go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down.
He won't get up no more.

Mister Hitler's traveling mighty fast
But he's on a single track,
He started down that Moscow road
But now he's coming back