Bonus Track - Bo Burnham

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 growing 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 knifes

And our little buddy gives the wierdest high fives

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

Little Adolf

He’s a dictator todd

Dictator todd

He gets 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 juice

Okay, Hitler please

Drink your juice, i’m tired

I want to go to bed

Just get the juice out of here

Out of this house, out of this coutry, now

Hitler, what do you want me to do

Put the juice in camps and separate them

Seperate juice, Hitler

What do you want me to

Like separate them by flavor

By like consentration

Consentration camp, ohh

Little Adolf

He’s a dictator todd