Bo Burnham - Bonus Track 2 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 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