Schickelgruber

Lyrics
[Verse 1] In a hamlet in the Tyrol An old lady isn't virile She is languishing and heavy is her heart For she thinks about her baby Who, had he been christened Abie Maybe might have never played the monster's part If her son had only married If her lust had not miscarried Who can say for certain what might not have been? In her somber weeds of sorrow She is hopeful some tomorrow Will undo the passion that produced a sin [Chorus] Schickelgruber! Schickelgruber! You were born a child of shame You have always been a bastard Even though you changed your name Came the headlines, then the breadlines As your will to power grew Schickelgruber! Schickelgruber! What a pretty howdy do! Though a mother, I can smother Mother love at thought of you! [Verse 2] In his youth his one obsession Was to practice a profession And he dabbled with the palette and the paint But the art he couldn't master So he went from paint to plaster And today he calls himself a plaster saint Is he good or evil fairy? All his pals have now grown wary That is, those of them who didn't rate the purge And the scent will ever linger How he gave his friends the finger Just to gratify and culminate an urge [Chorus] Schickelgruber! Schickelgruber! Once the dew was on the rose Where you'll end up in the windup Schickelgruber, Heaven knows Ever ruthless, ever truthless When the judgment day is due Repercussions from the Russians Schickelgruber, say you're through Every village that you pillage In revenge will turn on you
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Kurt Weill
- Howard Dietz