Erotic Göring

The bombs are falling down on Rotterdam
The bodyparts are flying to heaven
If you find my arm under the yellow smoke
Please send it back to Slaughterstreet seven

And then there was a woman
It was Eva Braun
She said: There’s a hill on the edge of town!
Thousand feet tall
In Holland that’s very tall
But it was the belly of the marshall

The fat asshole wants to play a game!

Well, Mister Göring wants to have sex with the power of jazz
Sex-jazz, oh yes
Sex-jazz, oh yes
Well, Mister Göring wants us to jump on his trampoline
And we’ll keep it all clean
We’ll keep it all clean
Erotic Göring

We were jumping on his belly up and down
While he lay naked on the pillows of the Führer
While the bombs were falling down
And his fat was rolling down
And Miss Swastika was playing the clown
And Boris Jeltsin came along
With some condoms on his tongue
When he saw us high on crack
He got another heart attack
And now the Führer was really missing here!
But he was sucking his nukes
And somewhere he was slaughtering
The stupid soldiers

Stupid soldiers, oh stupid
Oh stupid soldiers

Well, Mister Göring wants to have sex with the power of jazz
Sex-jazz, oh yes
Sex-jazz, oh yes
Well, Mister Göring wants us to jump on his trampoline
And we’ll keep it all clean
We’ll keep it all clean
Erotic Göring

The fat asshole wants to play a game
A game without shame
Now come on, and play the game

© 1996 Song and lyrics by Paul Schenk
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