The Ducktators
In a happy barnyard, some years ago,
a seemingly unimportant event occurred,
which was destined to vitally affect the future of that little world.
Mr. and Mrs. Duck were expecting.
[Mrs. Duck quacking]
Mama, was ist﻿ los?
What's this, a dark horse?
Sieg Heil!
And so time passed.
Hey, bud, not so fast.
Oh, all right.
But time does fly, don't it, Johnny?
Time passed.
The bad egg grew to man... to duckhood
and with artistic aspirations, dreamed of brush and palette.
But ended up with only the brush.
[muttering in German]
His artistic efforts spurned, he soon turned to other endeavors.
[speaking in German]
You dopes.
[continues speaking in German]
My mother done told me.
Sieg Heil!
And there were some gullible ones who listened.
[all quacking]
Especially one goose, more gullible than gooses...
Goose, geese, mice, meese, geese usually go.
[in Italian accent] That's right.
That's the old stuff, kiddo.
He's a smart fellow with brains, huh?
Like me.
Sieg heil!
Sieg heil, boy. I'm from South Germany.
Sieg heil!
[coughing] I'm a "sick heiler" too.
[shouting in Italian]
Tutti-frutti.
Tutti-frutti and all kinds of whipped cream and walnuts!
[light applause]
[cheering in Italian]
[screams]
Dear, oh dear, oh dear. Dear me. Oh dear.
Oh, what has come to so erase
All thoughts of peace From off this place?
Have they forgot 'Tis love that's bright
And naught is gained by show of might
[motor whirring]
[grunting and shouting]
Then from out of the west came another partner
to make a silly axis of himself.
♪ I a Japanese sap man sneaking on with the dew ♪
♪ Just a Japanese sap man ♪
♪ I'm a little crazy too. ♪
Ooh, oh, sorry. Oh, so sorry.
Oh, very, very sorry. Please stop.
Oh, to apologizing like a dickens.
Oh, just a minute, please?
Oh, I am not a Japanese son of gun.
Yeah, and I'm mock turtle soup.
With spreading clouds of war,
once more the axis march toward dreams of further conquest.
One, two. Button my shoe.
Three, four. Shut honorable door.
Five, six. See 'em out of the sticks.
Seven, eight. Lay them straight.
Nine, ten. Begin again.
Mercy me, regretful sight
O branch of peace
Forestall this fight
Kind sirs, change your warlike...
Stop!
Now, where were we?
Oh, yes.
[all cheering]
[shouting and grunting]
Give them one for Pearl Harbor!
America!
Peek-a-boo, Fritz.
Busy little bee, aren't I?
I hate war, but once begun Well, I just didn't choose to run.
So I can point with pride and say There's three that didn't get away.
That's all, folks!
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