Two Little Hitlers Lyrics

  Why are we racing to be so old?
  I'm up late pacing the floor
  I won't be told
  You have your reservations 
  I'm bought and sold
   
  I'll face the music, I'll face the facts
  Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
  Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits
  Bobbing and squinting just like a nit wit
   
  Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
  One little Hitler does the other one's will
  I will return, I will not burn
  
  Down in the basement
  I need my head examined
  I need my eyes excited
  I'd like to join the party
  But I was not invited
  You make a member of me 
  I'll be delighted
   
  I wouldn't cry for lost souls you might drown
  Dirty words for dirty minds, written in a toilet town
  Dial me a valentine, she's a smooth operator
  It's all so calculated, she's got a calculator
  She's my soft-touch typewriter and I'm the great dictator
   
  A simple game of self respect
  You flick the switch and the world goes out
  Nobody jumps as you expect
  I would have thought you would have had enough by now
   
  You call selective dating for some effective mating
  I thought I'd let you down dear, but you were just deflated
  I knew right from the start, we'd end up hating
  Pictures of the merchandise plastered on the wall
  We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all
   
  You say you'll never know him
  He's not a natural man
  He doesn't want your pleasure 
  He wants as no one can
  He wants to know the names of all those he's better than