A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaa –takes a deep breath- aaaaaaaaaack! That's right ladies –wink- and gentlemen –fist pound- we're off another paridical romp down Disney Lane to ruin your childhood memories! Metahphorically speaking of course, there is no such place as Disney Lane and I don't romp. I frolic. Anyway, as I'm sure anyone who read my first collection (you know who you are. I mean, I hope you do) knows this collection of parodies is in no means a political statement about the war. War is terrible and the Nazis, Imperial Japan, and Joseph Stalin did horrible, awful things. It cost millions of lives, mostly civilians. I hope you see these songs for what they are, a satirical take on the event to make you laugh. Alrighty then, let's get this ball rolling! –Arm Chair General!
When Will My Reich Begin? (When Will My Life Begin?)
Adolf Hitler:
7 pm the usual morning Beer Hall: Get up from the floor and speak to my Nazis. Sit and relax, do paper work, and plan and debate. Speak again, and by then, it's like 11:15
And so I'll write a book while I am in this cell. I'll plan my rise to power, Himmler's doing swell. I'll walk my dog and wish that my thoughts would quell. I wonder when will my Reich begin.
Then after brunch it's rallies in parks and meetings. SA on display, a party parade, full dress. Arsony and publicity, public beatings. Then I'll wait, maybe paint, take a ride, eat a cake!
And I'll publish my book, Mein Kampf's a summer splash! I'll have a few more rallies, I know who to bash. And then I'll brush and wax and trim my 'stache. Stuck n the same rank I've always been.
And I'll keep ponderin and ponderin and ponderin and ponderin when will my Reich begin?
And tomorrow night, things are in place. We'll show the world who's the master race. What is it like, to own the whole globe? Now that I'm Fuer and have their trust. I will know…