Germans, Germans are the masters
Foreign peasants count for nowt,
We'll expel Non Aryan bastards
Blitzkrieg's meant to wipe you out,
All the opposition crushing,
We can fight and never lose,
First we'll slaughter half the Russians,
Then we'll finish off the Jews.
Germans, Germans are the bosses,
Though these words seem coarse and crass
There will be civilian losses,
We have stocks of poison gas.
We're in no mood to be skittish
When we've brought back the V2s
We'll invade and smash the British,
Then we'll finish off the Jews.
This is offensive so don't sing it. But if you do sing it, the singers should be dressed in Third Reich regalia and stand in front of a tank. Ask Prince Harry, he knows how to wear it. The translation fits the tune of the German national anthem, which is probably better known to English speakers as the hymn tune "Glorious things of Thee are spoken."
You can make any use you want of this script, including performing it in public, at your own risk. I'd be interested to hear from you if you use it. If you make any money out of this script, I want a share.
