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The economy is tanking.
My poll numbers are, too.
There�s protesters outside my door
All saying they�ve been screwed.
The Europeans hate me.
They call me crude and dumb.
Jim Jeffords left and took my toys
And now I�m feeling glum.
So I call my Dad and ask,
�Have you heard the news?
The liberals are fighting back.
Can I use the nukes?
You promised I could be in charge.
You said I�d be top gun.
You said I�d always have my way.
This isn�t any fun.�
Poppy�s voice was calm and clear.
He said, �Son don�t be blue.
Just stand up straight and ask yourself,
�What would Hitler do?�
Boy that really took me back
To my childhood years,
When the schoolyard bullies teased me
About my �car door� ears.
And Dad would say, �Don�t worry, Shrub,
About those big old ears,
That low IQ, that stupid smirk�
Just wipe away those tears.
And I'll tell you a story
About a vast empire
Run by someone just like you
It all started with a fire.�
And Dad would talk of Adolf;
He had big ears too.
They said he�d not amount to much
�Cause he never finished school.
But Adolf, he just waited
Until the time was right
And Germany was desperate
To hear a pretty lie.
He showed those Europeans
And those pinko liberals, too.
He got those evil-doers:
The gays, gypsies, and Jews.
�And so,� Poppy would tell me
�Whenever you think you�re through,
just think awhile and ask yourself,
�What would Hitler do?�
I thanked my Daddy warmly.
And told him I felt swell
Now all I need�s a good excuse
To blow someone to hell.
I know that there�s no Reichstag here.
Dick said so - it must be true.
But this country�s full of buildings.
Hmmmm� what would Hitler do?