Two Little Hitlers

W[A]hy are we racing to[E] be so old?

I[A]'m up late pacing the floor I w[E]on't be told

Y[A]ou have your reservations I'[E]m bought and so[D]ld

I[D]'ll face the music I'll face the facts

E[E]ven when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks

B[A]owing and squawking Ru[E]nning after titbits

B[A]obbing and squinting Ju[E7]st like a nitwit

(CHORUS)

T[D]wo little Hitlers will fight it out until

O[E]ne little Hitler does the other one's wi[A]ll

I[D] will    [E]return     I w[D]ill    not bu[E]rn

Down in the basement

I[A] need my head examined I [E]need my eyes excited

I[A]'d like to join the party Bu[E7]t I was not invited

Y[A]ou make a member of me I'[E7]ll be delighted

I[D] wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown

D[E]irty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town

D[A]ial me a Valentine Sh[E7]e's a smooth operator

I[A]t's all so calculated Sh[E7]e's got a calculator

S[A]he's my soft touch typewriter An[E7]d I'm the great dictator

(Chorus)

A[A] simple game of self-respect

Y[E]ou flick a switch and the wo[A]rld goes off

N[E]obody jumps as you expe[A]ct

I[E] would have thought you would have ha[F#m]d enough by now[E]

Y[A]ou call selective dating Fo[E7]r some effective mating

I[A] thought I'd let you down, dear Bu[E7]t you were just deflating

I[A] knew right from the start We[E7]'d end up hating

P[D]ictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall

W[E]e can look so long as we don't have to talk at all

Y[A]ou say you'll never know him He[E7]'s an unnatural man

H[A]e doesn't want your pleasure He[A] wants as no one can

H[A]e wants to know the names of Al[E7]l those he's better than

(Chorus)

I[D] will re[E]turn

I[D] will not [E]burn  . . . . .