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Here he is, our little bundle of joy We did it, honey, it's a baby boy We'll love him and raise him 'til 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: -(German Accent) I hate juice -Ok, Hitler, please drink your juice. I'm tired I want to go to bed -(German Accent) Just you know what? Get the juice out of here. Out of this house, out of this country. Now -Hitler, get the ju-what do you want me to do with-? -(German Accent)Put the juice in camps and separate them -Separate juice? Hitler, what do you want me to do? Like separate them by flavor, by, like, concentration? -(German Accent) Concentration...Ooh Little Adolf. He's a dictator tot