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 checker slacks
Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits
Bobbing and squinting just like a nitwit

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

Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one´s will
I will return
I will not burn

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

Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one´s will
I will return
I will not burn
I will return
I will not burn

I will return
I will not burn...