How I wished my folks were
Gracious hosts and not dismayed
But wit and wisdom take a back seat, girl
When you're that afraidOh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget, they never will
They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in
And the Fuhrer is alive and well, in our paneled denOh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a warMy word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisineWell, the car I drive is parked outside
It's German-made
They resent that less than the people
Who are German-madeOh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war
What a war, some warMy word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisineIts lovely German women
And its wonderful rivers
That do flow from her hillsMy word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisineIts lovely German women
And you and me