To be sung to the tune of Barry Manilow's "Copacabana":
His name was Hitler, he was a biker
With a small 'tasche on his lip, and a pistol on his hip
He didn't like Jews, he gave them the blues
He jumped his bike off ramps, and put Jews in some camps
He ruled in Germany, and was really angry
He was a Nazi, not a nice Postie
Biker Hitler, oh biker Hitler
Loved riding his hog to the Reich, yeah
Biker Hitler, oh biker Hitler
Eva won't leave ya, and Goering is boring
At the gestapo, he did a wheelie
1 comment:
hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, put a smile on my face in an otherwise boring day
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