Two Little Hitlers

Why are we racing to be so old?

I'm up late pacing the floor

I won't be told

You have your reservations

I'm bought and sold

I'll face the music, I'll face the facts

Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks

Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits

Bobbing and squinting just like a nit wit

Two little Hitlers will fight it out until

One little Hitler does the other one's will

I will return, I will not burn

Down in the basement

I need my head examined

I need my eyes excited

I'd like to join the party

But I was not invited

You make a member of me

I'll be delighted

I wouldn't cry for lost souls you might drown

Dirty words for dirty minds, written in a toilet town

Dial me a valentine, she's a smooth operator

It's all so calculated, she's got a calculator

She's my soft-touch typewriter and I'm the great dictator

A simple game of self respect

You flick the switch and the world goes out

Nobody jumps as you expect

I would have thought you would have had enough by now

You call selective dating for some effective mating

I thought I'd let you down dear, but you were just deflated

I knew right from the start, we'd end up hating

Pictures of the merchandise plastered on the wall

We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all

You say you'll never know him

He's not a natural man

He doesn't want your pleasure

He wants as no one can

He wants to know the names of all those he's better than