Run Adolf Run

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
So every Friday that ever comes along
I get up early and sing this little song:

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Bang bang bang bang goes the farmer's gun
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Run Adolf, run Adolf, run, run, run
Look what you've ordered and done, done, done
We will knock the stuffing out of you
Old fat guts Göring, and Goebbels too
You'll lose your place in the Sun, Sun, Sun
Then, you poor dog, you'll get none, none, none
You'll soon flop with Herr Von Ribbentrop
So run Adolf, run Adolf, get out of it!

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run