Bonus Track lyrics

Here he is, our little bundle of joy

We did it, honey, it's a baby boy

We'll love him and raise him till he finally leaves us

What should we name him?

How about Adolf?

Little Adolf

He's growin' up like little boys do

He's grown a mustache and he's only two

He's a pyrotechnic and he loves to play with knives

And our little buddy gives the weirdest high fives

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

He's a dictator-tot

Dictator-tot

He get's a little bit angry, but he's smart as hell

And who taught him how to speak German so well?

He doesn't like milk, soda hurts his head

I tried to give him juice this is what he said:

I hate Jews

Okay, Hitler, please drink your juice. I'm tired I want to go to bed

Just you know what?

Get the Jews out of here

Out of this house, out of this country, now

Hitler, get the ju-

What do you want me to do with-?

Put the Jews in camps and separate them

Separate juice?

Hitler, what do you want me to do?

Like separate them by flavor

By, like, concentration?

Concentration... ooh

Little Adolf

He's a dictator-tot