ROUND AND ROUND HITLER'S GRAVE
Words by Woody Guthrie, Millard Lampell, and Pete Seeger; tune, trad. "Old Joe Clark"; 1942.
As sung by The Almanac Singers

Now I wisht I had a bushel; wisht I had a peck.
Wisht I had old Hitler with a rope around his neck.

CHORUS: Hey! Round and round Hitler's grave, round and round we go.
Gonna lay that poor boy down; he won't get up no mo'.

Mussolini won't last long; tell you the reason why:
We're gonna salt his beef and hang it up to dry.

The German army gen'ral staff, I guess they missed connection,
Went a hundred miles a day but in the wrong direction.

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

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

Now Mister Hitler's traveling mighty fast but he's on a one-way track,
Started down that Moscow road but now he's comin' back.